In summer I’m the queen

Among the golden tints of summer glow, no more cold or winter’s rain, no springtime leaves of green, autumn’s beauty days are slow, but in summer I’m the queen naked under burning skies, lazy, murmuring bees wait only for domestic news of love and flowers and babies, while the outside world vanishes under summer’s heat…

For down here there is nothing sadder

For down here there is nothing sadder than a dream that slips from my grasp, a lover succumbs to the temptation like Eve succumbed to the asp; as days grow shorter night closes and your sunset fades from the hills I no longer smell your perfumed roses looking for love, candles, your thrills.