We moved too fast through summer
and even faster through our morning coffee
to glace in each other's direction
and know where we were at any given time.
The sun passed through June
into September once again
finding October
the season of our longing
for summers' past and loving back
in the springtime of our years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Stan, such a lovely poem....10+++++