Apple

Send us Fan MailAn apple,too early, rolling down, before me, along summer’slane, to where do you race dear summer?where lies July now forgotten, through this darkenedwindow pane?For all is forgiven, the heat, the sunthe hard baked summer and earth, so do, please, come back and whisper, againthrough the treesand lift the moon heavenwardsthe swallows higheronce againeach of nature’s musicloud and colourful once morein natures beauty to be heardFor the hour is now August earlier, colder the nights have becomedrawing the early evenings to a hush of dusk and closed, the first of spidersacross the gardenwovenautumn netshave begunBut above, in clearer, brighter still-summerstarswishing foreverwas less than  just a thought away,I can dreamonce againof tomorrow another turn,of a pale blue earthanother turn towards the comingof [email protected]