Friday, August 31, 2012

End of Summer

Listen the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves.  We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves.
- Humbert Wolfe

When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.
- Sarah Helen Whitman

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow