Summer Slips Away

Summer is slipping away

In the beautiful days of September
We see and smell and hear the signs
That leads us to December.
The sky seems bluer in September
And the cumulus clouds are white;
A soft purple haze shimmers over the land
And covers the hillsides with light.
The Master's plan is evidence
Of the mystery of life today
Which man can only accept with faith
As summertime slips away.

Edith M. Helstern