Summer

Summer tells of tansy flowers,
unassuming in the field,
rosemary hints and camphor,
the scented breezes yield.

Summer walks a dusty path,
that leads to nowhere new,
familiar weeds, wildflowers, and trees,
sunhat, but never shoes.

Summer tastes of robust fruit,
ripe’ning on twisted vine,
cleaned on faded blouse, then served
with cheese and local wine.

Summer feels like cotton sheets,
drying in able wind,
taut on waiting feather bed,
as heat of day rescinds.

Summer sounds like thunderstorms,
displays of awesome might,
sweeping across the meadow,
evenings awash with light.

Summer sings of days gone by,
and sweet dreams yet to be,
Quiet your thoughts, rest awhile,
and let your cares run free.

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Image: N. A. Tonelli

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