Autumn Promise

    upon this bench under the autumn tree where gentle leaves of changing colors swiftly and beautifully fall and the breeze gust tenderly on my face as it bears tiny fine drops of water with every single one, a pledge of raindrops then i look up unto the sky, as cool air maneuvers the

August

I. August my dear, is the eight month of the year and in the Northern Hemisphere there’s so much fun in the sun, as they wait for summer to end autumn approaches, with hope just like you my dearest; you are the summer of my life warm, thoughtful, and caring you are my lovely falling