Morning Coffee

Send us Fan MailI take my cup of coffee, and sit beside the window, and look out to the silver dance, the tears of raindrops, upon the window pane, ‘for ‘tis true summer lies hidden, between the fall of Autumnand the springtime leaf of trees, and between the deepening the shadows, of clouds and this early morning grey, but before my time is over I can sit here awhile and wonder, and look through the window of the world,  and dream of you dear summer to live once again another springtime [email protected]