Summer is gone

As we can see, I have gone back to my ole loves, summer and moon. i cannot hope to write more until my muse allows to to. i am no poet, but when the window is closed and i cannot peep through the infinite, i try to manage.



Winter's come,
Summer's long gone,
It's getting cold but the windows are wide,
Open to let the moon in,
Where not even sunshine would be let it,