Summer Days, Summer Nights
by David Alves
Summer days, summer nights
bright as our future, humid as our love
roll into deep August,
float on bossa nova, sun shafts our morning shades
Till fall. We awake in colors. Warm still.
Realm of Fay
Essays, Photos, & Fiction of David Alves
This is such a lovely scene, the kind one wishes would never end.
Thanks Rigel. For me, it never does.