The summer I was sixteen you yet weren’t was unlike all other summers we had shared till then neighboring grandparents each with our own seasonal haven – you with two sisters, a brother I just had me Our side of Horseshoe Lake summer home to…

Golden roads curve through Golden hills of autumn grass Glinting, golden, in the Indian summer sun Warm air whistles through Warm, blonde locks of hair While warm smiles shine on everyone Cool air captured by misty mountains Cool cars winding around roads Chill cool girls…