Seasons are changing.

This peaceful summer night,
Flows o'er my weary soul.
It makes my darkness light,
My broken pieces whole.
So gently sighs the breeze,
It cools the fevered land,
Smooths my troubled unease,
Gently, like heaven's hand.


I like summer evenings. The day's are too hot, but summer evenings outside on my little porch garden I feel very near to heaven. I should like to write a lovely bit about summer evenings, but now my Mom is chomping at the bit to have the computer, so I must go.