ENDLESS ARE SUMMER DAYS
Summer
is not as exhilarating
as Spring, nor
virtually inspiring as
Winter,
and apple-tart as
Autumn.
June, July and August
are crowned by a cerise sun.
Its face rises early
and retires late.
I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...