To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
~Emily Dickinson
Warm winds blow the fragrance of the flowers as the bees and the birds revel in the bright blue sky.
The beauty and the artistry of creation is revealed in the intricacy and the delicacy of every bloom.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Summer
A time to picnic in the park, the woods, the beach or in your own backyard.
A time to drive up winding roads into the mountains to view the glory and the peacefulness of your surroundings.
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
~John Vance Cheney
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
~John Vance Cheney
Wishing you a most Delightsome day,