It's a curious time of year -
one day warm and sunny, mild,
the next cold and rainy;
one night frosty, the next night mild;
a pointed reminder that we're about to be
overwhelmed by an abundance of beauty
which we call summer, and which -
can we pretend we've earned?
a little hesitancy on Nature's part,
a little touch of hope deferred
does wonders for the grateful heart.
Michael, This is lovely. I have read it three times now. It just flows so well and all fits together perfectly. I think you are very clever and always enjoy your work. Lind regards Gypsy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this alot, thankyou Michael.