The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…

All reverence to the sun and rain without a mind, without a name, muted worship in fullness attendin… flowers stand erect with no bendin… praying in silence but hearts out…

Gypsies wander and melodies roam To unfamiliar places to call home Never resting, never sitting down With their feet up off the ground Taking flight with symphonic wings

He is Coming He waits for the final breath His kind eyes, his noble wings His silence shouting from muted ho… From blinding faith to highs so be…

Batter up to the plate he comes to… chewing tobacco as to the ground h… staring at the pitcher with intrep… his confidence moved up and up on… Strike one on the outside corner o…

“Around your finger, your beautifu… Your empty one that makes my spiri… Your poetic movements of swanlike… Of melodic heavenly moonlight over… Your beautiful finger, your orches…

Air You are light, heavy, Wet, dry, soothing, Vexing, opaque, clear, Cold, hot, tempestuous,

“Hear ye, hear ye, beholders of th… After winter’s wrath come Spring-… The gardens are all aglow in yello… and red and orange of primordial t… Mother Nature is kind to us once…

The exhibition was set for the first day of summer. The local artists in the town had a chance to display their works. It was a splendid day, warm and sunny. It seemed like the clouds...

Air of the pure blown away as the devil breathed upon the ear… his puffy cheeks full of poison extracted from lethal streams flowing from from his ghoulish hea…

That foxy ole’ leprechaun is at it… Telling me he’s my very best frien… A confidant, a buddy, a patron sai… Painted some stones with a gold co… To me he came with a gleam in his…