valerie bellefleur

Rookie (March 14,1948 / Brentwood, England)

The End Of Summer - Poem by valerie bellefleur

The book of summer was long overdue
Should have been returned to the library

I hesitated wanting to hold onto
Its pages of sunshine, blue skies

Balmy winds, beach barbecues
Days at the cottage, all my heavenly flowers

But I was reluctantly forced to return it
And check out the book of October

And although I pined for summer
I did enjoy the harvest moons

Falling leaves of golds and reds
Vivid sunsets and wheat fields

Children dressed for Halloween
Burning piles of sweet hickory leaves

I knew the books of winter and spring
Were waiting for me back on that shelf

And as time went by, I would learn
How to love these seasons also

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  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALEPERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (7/3/2009 2:52:00 PM)

    thoughtful, beautiful, thanks for sharing 10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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