Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
Nicholas SparksTag: love illness summer hospital steve
...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...
John GeddesTag: age winter lines summer face softens
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
John GeddesTag: frost breath memory winter december summer cloud
...TV was entertainment of the last resort. There was nothing on during the day in the summer other than game shows and soap operas. Besides, a TV-watching child was considered available for chores: take out the trash, clean your room, pick up that mess, fold those towels, mow the lawn... the list was endless. We all became adept at chore-avoidance. Staying out of sight was a reliable strategy. Drawing or painting was another: to my mother, making art trumped making beds. A third choir-avoidance technique was to read. A kid with his or her nose in a book is a kid who is not fighting, yelling, throwing, breaking things, bleeding, whining, or otherwise creating a Mom-size headache. Reading a book was almost like being invisible - a good thing for all concerned.
Pete HautmanTag: growing-up nostalgia 1960s chores summer 1960s-nostalgia
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Hal BorlandTag: autumn summer full-moon high-tide
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears;
Grief, with a glass that ran;
Pleasure, with pain for leaven;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Remembrance, fallen from heaven,
And madness risen from hell;
Strength without hands to smite;
Love that endures for a breath;
Night, the shadow of light,
And Life, the shadow of death.
Tag: life strength love time death madness night pleasure mortality grief remembrance summer
Early Summer, loveliest season,
The world is being colored in.
While daylight lasts on the horizon,
Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.
The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.
"Welcome, summer" is what he says.
Winter's unimaginable.
The wood's a wickerwork of boughs.
Summer means the river's shallow,
Thirsty horses nose the pools.
Long heather spreads out on bog pillows.
White bog cotton droops in bloom.
Swallows swerve and flicker up.
Music starts behind the mountain.
There's moss and a lush growth underfoot.
Spongy marshland glugs and stutters.
Bog banks shine like ravens' wings.
The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome.
The speckled fish jumps; and the strong
Swift warrior is up and running.
A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow
Hits the highest note there is;
The lark sings out his clear tidings.
Summer, shimmer, perfect days.
Tag: poetry ireland summer folklore finn-mccool fionn-mac-cumhaill
I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.
Kellie ElmoreTag: life love nostalgia seasons summer nostalgic
Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.
Kellie ElmoreTag: love kissing romance kiss youth relationships kisses sweet summer crush
Just be careful, hon,” Rosanna said.
“Oh, are the plates hot?” I flinched back just before my hands made contact.
Rosanna laughed. “No, but hot boys can burn you just as easily.
Tag: humor boys romance young-adult summer
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