Warm
In the evanescent light
This summer’s eve I realize,
July is nearly gone and so,
So many gentle summer skies.
To savor moments such as these,
Surely is a great, good pleasure,
And August soon will bring more joys,
Which we’ll have no way to measure.
But when the winter’s cold is set,
And we are huddled safe and warm,
We will dream of long lost days,
And for their sweetness we will mourn.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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