The Splendid Summer Dance

A poem I wrote a while back blending reflections on the grand finale of summer with 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, and azure sky
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 -- September 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 thundering applause.

"Thank You! Well Done! Bravo!"

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