The rest before the war time, and May really does feel like it, the type of not wanting anything else and not wanting to approach summer. Your usual fantastic work. Your usual talent. You still amaze me.

ohh... this is kind of creepy and eerie... its like a prediction of things to come... I hate war and violence and I find it so depressing that so much of our lives revolve around it. A great little poem with wonderful language use! )