The Mild Summer
This season is mild I hear it is different elsewhere But here, where I am The green bursts up in every spare inch between the cracks and over the fields The forest is dense The nearby lake shore obscured By it's blazing emerald foliage clinging vines of orange flower clutch at the fences In the fields along the roadside waves of yellow sunflowers and purple hyacinths dance with the bees and butterflies. The limbs of the oaks sag leaf cloaks dragging them downward Underneath is a cool breeze and the smell of wet earth Sitting below one wonders at how a tree must feel When the wind steals about it Gentle caresses of touch like the hands of a lover How one must ache for it On a windless day with the sun burning And the sudden showers of cool raindrops one could only describe as ecstasy with a strong wind blowing. (this worked is copyrighted 2013 Cena Bussey)