Moody blues memoirs ?

Dancing daisies in the gentle summer breeze, a freshness of florabunda for the butterflies and honey bees..as the sun’s sensation scorches the sweetcorn, a cheeky Cockerel crows his “Cock-a-doodle-do” on the crack of the dawn..

Aww how I long for our summertime, tis such a season of fun, inbetween the spring and the autumn when our  cycle has spun. Amongst those bright, blue skies and long, hot lazy days, one and all feels joyous in oh so many ways. Wandering yon wild woodlands and strolling on the silky sands, listening to good, old Mother nature within her wonders and commands. 

As I reminisce the Summertime, I am zipped back in time midst my magical memories so sublime. Yet I slouch on my sofa in a meloncholy mourn, feeling frustration and a frightful forlorn. But timelessness shall travel betwixt the speed of light, when my yearning will return with sunny season’s delight. So I will bide my time with my head full of stars lost in a loveliness of moody blues memoirs...