Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
Still available - "Night Cats"
Email me to make an offer - jmacneill@hotmail.com
The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry.
~French Proverb
