I Love Summer
his eyes came on
like a heat-wave in August
all sultry and becoming
begging my dahlias
to bloom once
more
and I unfolded
hoping he could be
my sweet Indian summer
the one who would shield
autumns frost from
my door
like a heat-wave in August
all sultry and becoming
begging my dahlias
to bloom once
more
and I unfolded
hoping he could be
my sweet Indian summer
the one who would shield
autumns frost from
my door