Last day of Spring,
ripe purple plums drop--
form is emptiness.
First day of Summer,
ditch completely dry--
emptiness is form. ~Mike Garofalo
Love is to the heart what the summer
is to the farmer's year.
It brings to harvest all the loveliest
flowers of the soul. ~Billy Graham
The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying. Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun. It is so every summer. One can almost hear their pink, fragrant murmur as they settle down upon the grass: 'Summer, summer, it will always be summer.' ~Rachel Peden
Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances
thick in the air and a blanket of color before me,
who could ask for more? ~Bev Adams
I walk without flinching through the burning
cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass
is majestic and full of music. It is a fire
that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc
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