Books by Jane Summers

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Winter woods, silent, and undisturbed, empty of birds and leaves, flowers, icicles of pearls for miles.A path I traverse every morning in search of the robin to build musical melodies for an early spring.Winter, a time I reminisce and note season's memories. A time to carve season's changes, of customs, traditions, and rituals, observed through season's festivals and note differences, any.Winter colors, a difference of summer, I see in winter vegetables and fruits, a color I need for an art to carve.Wintera summer I need, a plea for rest of an illness every winter.Winter lark, I searched for a message, a search only futile.A winter melody, I listen to every evening, and watch, the stars, a dance of the melody, of a winter night.Winter woods, an encounter different every winter . . . only worthy!

Autumn is a time to renew and build new promises. The leaves and flowers, a hue purple, orange, and yellow of autumn, welcome an autumn season, a heritage for time.Trees graceful, of the autumnal season, is a time for us to reflect upon, and understand the changes in season, and note a pattern signifi cant, to takeaway a few.Autumn Books, is to write a few stories untold, of a life experienced during autumn. The books will be looked upon, as memories, reserved for time.Autumn is a time to listen and write new melodies, a seasons music, an autumnal classic.

The life, culture, tradition and seasons, portrayed in this book, are glimpses of life, lived through time.A collection of stories, expressions, thoughts and contexta weave for time!A focus of thoughts, patterns and rigors of life, embodied into stories. A way of life, translated into short stories, an overview of life lived. The stories have a reference in time, of the early 1900s.

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