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.
Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2015
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