Mourning Summer’s Passing I love the summer so—bright rays of sunshine,warm, gentle breezes,concerts of bird calls,and cicada dances.Greenery everywhere—grass, shrubs, weeds,floral blooms in every shade,and sandy beaches with cool waves. But the season is drifting away.The days are growing shorter,and the nights are cooler.“Please, don’t leave.I love you so,“I beg of Summer.She pays me no […]
