Oh summer, you are gone but not forgotten
The bright green leaves that you’ve perfectly...
Whatever he is,
all filled with yellow...
Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold...
Put a candle under
the rose bush...
O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung...
You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...
Fire turns to ash
Water becoming steam...
It was not the worth
of a cloud...
The enormous
brown,leathery mushroom...
How would you describe
the stampede, when there was...
You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude...
Another woman
sits on rose hips...