It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswe’ll never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.

Life is for the living and the dead, she said in a smile,And flashed me a bit of pale thigh in the summer time

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

We started out as five people whose lives just happened to cross paths. By the end of the summer we were family

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

233Life is for the living and the dead, she said in a smile,And flashed me a bit of pale thigh in the summer time

What’s blacker than black? Does summer shade have a shadow? Is that how loneliness looks and where it lurks?

There are two times in a person's life when there is the possibility of pure happiness: in youth and in summer.

Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.