Dear Summer,
You’ve been a good friend to me, but it’s time I admit that you’re gone.
You lit my house until almost 10 P.M. Your warm rays dried my clothing, infusing your fresh scent into my laundry. Your warmth filled my home, lulling the furnace into a dormant state.
I just need to say thank you.
I will miss you. But I know we’ll meet again next year.
I’ll meet in the backyard, next to the clothesline.
Katy Wolk-Stanley
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”
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great this poem! I just arrived at your blognd will probabaly snoop aroud for a bit! loved the intro about who you are! thumbs up!!!