Tonight the Red Sox season ended with a frustrating loss to the Tampa Bay Rays. You gotta give the Rays credit, they hung in there after that devastating Game 5 loss; how the Sox pitching ever made it through the Rays lineup for seven games is beyond me. They are positively scary, and they oughta to make mincemeat out of the Phillies.

But excuse me if I don’t watch. After seven long games I’m tired of watching the Rays.

Tomorrow the pool gets drained. The water temp got up to 70 today, but with the end drawing so near I couldn’t be bothered going in.

Is there any doubt summer is now over?

Here’s a lovely poem to commemorate this moment:

“The End Of Summer” - by Valerie Bellefleur

The book of summer was long overdue
Should have been returned to the library

I hesitated wanting to hold onto
Its pages of sunshine, blue skies

Balmy winds, beach barbecues
Days at the cottage, all my heavenly flowers

But I was reluctantly forced to return it
And check out the book of October

And although I pined for summer
I did enjoy the harvest moons

Falling leaves of golds and reds
Vivid sunsets and wheat fields

Children dressed for Halloween
Burning piles of sweet hickory leaves

I knew the books of winter and spring
Were waiting for me back on that shelf

And as time went by, I would learn
How to love these seasons also

Hat tip: Poemhunter