The summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds her clothes.
The summer smoothes the restless sky,
And lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie.
The summer knows, the summer’s wise, she sees the doubts within your eyes,
And so she takes her summertime, tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger,
Twist the world around her summer finger.
Lets you see the wonder of it all,
And if you learned your lesson well,
There’s little more for her to tell,
One last caress, it’s time to dress for fall…Bergmand/Legrand
The leaves are already beginning to turn in the north and even on a cloudy day lights the woods with brilliant orange against the summer’s deep greens of trees and water..
“One last caress"
Watercolour on Arches not Paper…