“Thou hast made us for thyself and our hearts are restless until we find our rest in thee.” (Augustine, Confessions)

Summer Ending

Summer is ending?
What did you say?
I cannot stomach it-
No, please don't away...
So much reading to do
And days left to play
And what about art?
The studio in disarray!
I need to get busy
In the end it will pay
When my art show opens
And the work's on display!