Summer fades one second at a time
Like a sunset sinking into the sea.
The date of the last warm day is never known.
The glimmer of the last ray of light is always a surprise.
If the dates were set, if the times were certain,
We would not let summer slip by so easily.
We would schedule a party for the last warm week.
Swim out into the long evenings and sing by the sea,
Call in sick and drink in the park,
We would enjoy it more.