The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

It's summer and time for wandering...

Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Summertime is always the best of what might be.

A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.

Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.

Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis...

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Summer, like a kiss, trembles when it first arrives.