Summer, what could you say to this body,
this body nearing its autumn?
What could your flowers teach this heart
about blooming despite heat, despite drought?
What could your shortening days tell this woman
about opening to light?
Summer, I think I know too much.
Teach me warm. Teach me thunderstorm.
Teach me how to be green, and then greener.
Absolutely love your work, your energy and YOU! Hope our paths cross and mingle more often. Xxoo
Katherine, I absolutely adore YOU! I can’t wait till we meet and play again!