Thursday, August 10, 2017
A SUMMER MEMORY IN AUGUST....
A favorite memory of summer from my childhood
is of climbing up into a spread-armed maple tree
where none could see me hidden in the thickness of the leaves.
And in that coolness, privacy and peace, I would sit back
and read a book I had brought up into that tree with me.
An August never passes without that memory revisiting.
~~Rose Moore at firstname.lastname@example.org