First official day of Summer
Summer does not care
for our calendars of months
She comes when she and
Mother Nature are ready
there is no timing
seconds, minutes, hours,
days
Our time is the
harpsicord on which
she plays
Seasons songs of
virtuoso ~
we are merely notes
For even in Summer
the wind loves to dance
Winter, Fall, Summer,
Spring...
holds no circumstance |
Submission Name: Summer of Love
