Sweet Summer

   Sweet, Sweet Summer

Like a child emerging from a cold Northern Summer's lake,
lovingly being wrapped in a warm towel

Campfires that blaze and burn with the lights
of memories past and times that will be

Summer brings the youthfulness of a naked star lit
Goddess dancing upon a moon lit beach

Summer is the beginning of a newly emerging renaissance,
one that dissipates quite quickly

Children are freed to the Sunshine and laughter that is heard in abundance,
like a tickling of the soul

Nature matures into a fine looking creation
that covers lovers hidden in her grassy knolls

The raptureless times spent out doing nothing,
engaged in the Summer's lazy afternoons

 The trickle of sweat that runs coolly down the spine
and those goose bump chills,
that day's first refreshment

The unnatural way water seemingly tastes
more refreshing than in Autumn,
Winter,
or Spring

Oh - Sweet Summer -

Sweet, sweet, Summer -

What a wonderful thing!

Peace, as Always,

And Happy Gardening!