I walk slowly down the winding path
of my lovely summer garden.
I admire the blushing roses
kissed by the overnight rain.
The air is warmed
by the bright-faced sun.
Many bright fragrant blossoms
bloom beneath the orchard wall.
The sun flickers through the fruit trees
making pretty patterns on the mown grass.
I then sit quietly
where the sun burns you a deep brown.
Yes, summer is wonderful
but alas it's soon gone.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK 2016.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
I walk slowly down the winding path
of my lovely summer garden.
I admire the blushing roses
kissed by the overnight rain.
The air is warmed
by the bright-faced sun.
Many bright fragrant blossoms
bloom beneath the orchard wall.
The sun flickers through the fruit trees
making pretty patterns on the mown grass.
I then sit quietly
where the sun burns you a deep brown.
Yes, summer is wonderful
but alas it's soon gone.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK 2016.
