Heat wave climaxed Last rays of summer descending Melancholy on a perch Waiting to swoop in I'll be good with that Melanoma robbed me of summer joy 10 years a survivor Walking the shady side of the street There's still baseball to be played Cool evenings The mango finally sweet A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
Walking on the sand, my hand in your hand, as the sun beats down on us, out of town for day on the beach, run kit cladding each, exchange smiles knowing of where we're going...,
Light hearts relaxing, thoughts 'bare skin maxing,, brown slowly turning (avoid sunburning)', making a foot trip to spot where we strip to dip in the brine beyond 'Nude Beach' sign. † We notice the heat of sand under feet, absorbing the rays of sunniest days, so all-over warm in...
possessing an endurance they stand trembling, proud but unpretentious, strong enough for summer storms, the petals delicate softness listening to the winds, without judging the lovely flowers greet you, welcoming you, in meadows of many they don't ask for attention, they simply decide to smile, to shine in their own moments.
There was a Zephyr blowing by Rushing to greet the quarter moon As it rose in the eastern sky As somber as a contrabassoon Playing to set an autumnal mood Friendly only to earthen tones, And timber melancholy hued For melancholy anglophones Who would have September forevermore With moons in phases high and low And accompanied by the meteor, Falling, as an angel, now below The amber summer of heaven above... The Zephyr skies of mortal love!
You didn't get the memo, So I'll say it loud and clear: You do not belong in my airways. I need them for breathing, not sneezing. It's hard to concentrate With the throbbing head, Intensely itchy eyes And irritated skin. Please go somewhere else. You will not have any luck Growing plants or trees Inside my nose.