A poem I wrote a while back upon the grand finale of summer, and recalling my daughter's ballet recital: Summer danced upon the stage A slow ballet -- but halting. The curtain, parting, whispers hints of happy moments this summertide may bring A timid pause, then from the spring on tip toe pirouetting -- Summer's here! Magic gliding to the tune of green grass, orange flowers, blue skies A choreography that flows so gracefully from June into July. Capturing our breath, our hearts, uniting and soulful happy thoughts begetting The shorter days of August sadly hinting that the dance is almost at an end. And hardly just begun -- Septmember coda our summer dance is over. how quickly good times fly. A graceful bow A glorious end, and then The lights are dimmed. The curtain falls Green fades to autumn tones. The silent dancer leaves the stage -- contented, but alone While the audience rises and wiping an eye, salutes the glorious coryphee With grateful hearts, and ...