by TheNovalist
The summer was not a bitter one
if you nibbled from the sweet berries
and took care of the apples to come
The summer was not a cold one
if you tended the fire not alone
and kept a match to reignite
The summer was not a wasted one
if you made memories of joy
to recall with a smile and no regret
The summer will go
fall to come
spring never endless
winter won't too