Last week I wrote about adopting seasonal metaphors for thinking about life as a whole, and how a late summer inspired me to write a song – a note to self really – that some things are out of our control.
Naturally, this week I’ve decided to follow up with a post sharing the song lyrics, as I tend to do from time to time. I’ll be back next week with with a short story I’ve been working on, but for now, I give you Summer In September. Let me know what you make of these lyrics.
Good things, they come to those who wait All in good time, so they say Like when skies of grey turn blue a few months late Like summer in September Don’t we all want sunshine in May Yet sometimes, all we get is rain But the blue skies come due, even if after June When we get summer in September We want what we want And we strive at all costs But forget what’s out of our control And we act with dismay When we don’t get our way And time knocks us off our thrones Life has its plans, and we’ll do well to remember When we get summer in September
P.S.: My debut non-fiction book, Art Is The Way, and my middle-grade novella, A Hollade Christmas, are out everywhere now. You can get them in all good bookstores and from all major online vendors.