Lately
I **Long
for the Love
that I once Left
when I chose the Lonely
path of discovery and difficult Learning.

My
steps Melt
into the Miles
I tread when Meandering
round town each cloudy Morning
'til each crisp and tender Midnight

Softly
I Sing
the tender Songs
not meant for Solitude
and gently drop a Sigh
waiting patiently for another ripe Summer

Summer is fading
Hot days are ending
Ice is coming and I am not ready.
T**ime flies by all to quickly

$ummer Apple trees:
     iPhones ripen in the $un—
          firstfruits of knowledge.