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Summer and I

Summer and I  

                           The Valley fields are harvested
                        an Unseen Hand splashes the trees
                       with rusts, yellows, reds, and oranges 
                               that beautify the leaves.
                         The wind becomes less gentle
                           as the geese prepare to fly,
                    Summer is whom I share secrets with....
                         and we never really say goodbye.

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Michael Tor Date: 10/1/2015 1:32:00 AM Nice write Joan you have been writing a lot. Good for you. Login to Reply Joan Donnelly Ellis Date: 10/1/2015 2:06:00 AM Thanks, most of my writing was done long ago but I'm starting to write again and learning so much here.