Her Name was Summer

By J. Speer Youthful Summer turns to wistful Fall that leads to melancholic Winter.All that is new ages…Old eventually decays,Only to rebirth in glorious Spring. There was a girl.Her name was Summer.Hot like the dry blazing suns of August.Eyes fiery, tinged with yellow flames of passion and cinnamon spice brown.Brown like her sunkissed, silken skin.Soft … Continue reading Her Name was Summer