Monday, August 3, 2015

Endless Are Summer Days - from her book, I Passed This Way



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.


 

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