Summer, Summer, Summer... Poem by indira babbellapati

wind breathes fire, summer, summer. good write

Mother Nature in angst! ! ! Recalling the lines by the French-American soldier turned farmer J. H. St. John de Crèvecoeur: Then a severe frost succeeds which prepares it to receive the voluminous coat of snow which is soon to follow; though it is often preceded by a short interval of smoke and mildness, called the Indian Summer.