The book of summer was long overdue
Should have been returned to the library
I hesitated wanting to hold onto
Its pages of sunshine, blue skies
Balmy winds, beach barbecues
Days at the cottage, all my heavenly flowers
But I was reluctantly forced to return it
And check out the book of October
And although I pined for summer
I did enjoy the harvest moons
Falling leaves of golds and reds
Vivid sunsets and wheat fields
Children dressed for Halloween
Burning piles of sweet hickory leaves
I knew the books of winter and spring
Were waiting for me back on that shelf
And as time went by, I would learn
How to love these seasons also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thoughtful, beautiful, thanks for sharing 10