Joan Donnelly Ellis Poet Verse

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