It was Summer,the first time I saw her,feet wet in the morning dew,
The air is warm,and heavy.
I’ve looked at the sky,A thousand times,Marveling at the creator’s display,
Under my finger and my thumb,the keys rest, snug as a rug,Under my window, a clean grating sound,when…
There is no,
crueler joke that nature plays,
I see Autumn through,
my front door,
I walk along,
an Autumn road,
A footpath in the forest,
a throughway in the,
Tenderly,
the leaves fall,
as the Summer,
All day I write,
staring at,