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 randrmoore@gmail.com