Summer

By Regina Alberty

Summertime brings memories of past summers and wonderful times spent outdoors. Many of the poems in this book recollect such times of carefree enjoyment. These are simple poems about everyday life, delivered in a quiet voice; nostalgic and, at the same time, vectors to an uncertain future. I hope they make you think and then think some more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524549848

Regina Alberty

Regina Alberty is a poet by avocation and a lawyer by profession. She is a longtime resident of the City of New York. Her poetry speaks of her daily experiences in a constantly changing urban environment. The author acknowledges that the City has been preeminent in the development of her appreciation for those moments when the only thing to do is to record an emotional response to an event that transcends familiarity.

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Copyright © 2016 by Regina Alberty.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5245-4985-5

                eBook           978-1-5245-4984-8

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 10/06/2016

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Contents

My Hands Ache

Paisley Patterns on the Wall

Sometimes her Skin was Ultramarine

At the Foot of a Rosebush

I Had Been Looking at My Hands

Just a Cup of Red Wine

I Am a Beautiful Specimen

He laughed

Every Door Had a Lock

I Gazed At

I Close My Eyes

I Held in My Warm Hand

Prone on a Rock

The Bottom of the Pond

How Can You Be So Beautiful?

One Tentative Step

One Tentative Step

The Clouds Obscured the Stars

The Paper Was Cream Colored

I Heard You Rummaging Upstairs

In Memoriam

I Watched the Movement

It Is the Ebb and Flow

When I Woke Up this Morning

On a Dark and Rainy Evening

Nothing but Silence and