Summer
The season of day
long smiles.
Vibrant vines,
pouring hues.
The burgeoning fare,
resplendent
With the scent of
stone ground bread.
And waltzing, the
wheat massed fields.
Tempo lyrical, the
symmetry,
Of wind and pleasure,
dancing
To the songs of returning
wings.
Footsteps, light with
abandon,
Fleet with bloom and
sun-bright mirth.
Towns and cities,
heaving and rapt.
Swelled with the
throng of untutored youth.
Evenings, serene and
sated evenings.
Testaments to ripened
hours,
Of days immersed in
confidence
That tomorrow’s verse
will rhyme ecstatic.
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