For the briefest of Summer moments

Send us Fan MailFor  the briefest of moments For the briefest of moments, the emerald green was lit,by an opening door, Spring walked from the west,bathed in silence, light and of summer gold, the trees, their leaves, each of the millions of blades and grass, lit in fires of incandescence, as she stepped from the edge of the evening sky, and walked through the shadows, the last retreat the gathering memories of winter, of dark and of dusk, in her hands she held the stars, at her breast  she wore the afterglow, a blossoming time of flowers, and behind her head, was the rising first of summer, the heady intoxicating days,of the fullness of time and life that are the weeks of high summer and of June,she walked and further, into the meadows and fields that were opening, as she passed ripening in seeds of birth, warmth and fecundity, for a while, the briefest of hushes, of moments and measures of eternity itself, the earth alone, stood still And sighed, her tears of loneliness,lost in the hollow,the emptiness, of a forgotten winter [email protected]