Poetry, in the form of lines from a popular song, have a way of capturing a mood the way nothing else can.

This morning I stepped out of my front door and felt the cold air.  It's the 30th of August, 2005.  My daughter, Caitlin, goes off to college again this morning.  We've had a really good summer, running together.  I'm sad now, the summer's over.

April Come She Will

Paul Simon, 1965, from The Sounds of Silence, released 1966, and The Graduate (Soundtrack), released 1968

April come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune.
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September I'll remember:
A love once new has now grown old.