“That’s how summer is: no past or future but all present tense, long twilights like vandals, breaking into new days.” — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
