'Twas a heather- purple night, The moonwashed sky of Summer. The grass, a rich verdant green, was wet with the shower that had just passed. A pungent odour of the salty ocean rent the air.
In the distance, grasshoppers carolled merrily, Only to rue when winter came along. Stars glinted hither and thither, an ocean of scattered space dust.
I sat on the porch, unshoed, And gazed at the heather- purple sky of Summer. "This too shall end" sighed I.
Could sense Keats in the poem, so beautiful!
Could picture the poem. Beautiful!