Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
The summer after
The summer after
The pines have grown a little higher All this year while we have been away. November, April, June - to this again - The pines have grown, is all love needs to say. | |
December, March, and now July again. Again in the windy whispering in the pine. The trees are greener, they have grown A year - and you a year more mine. | |