To Summer

To Summer

 

So fresh and green, the rolling hills,

Exulting ‘neath the daystar’s heat;

Growing wild as Nature wills

The peas and apples, the golden wheat.

All the creatures born in Spring

Explore the reaches of their domain

On hoof and paw, with scale and wing

In rich warm sun and flowing rain.

And now we humans rest at last

By pool and stream and sandy beach –

And babies, senses growing fast,

Explore the world within their reach.

We leave, as though by starter’s gun,

Our homes, with windows opened wide

To bask beneath the lovely sun

And invite the Summer winds inside.

On this longest day of light

We celebrate the Sun’s ascent –

The shine of strength, the glow of might –

Before be starts his Fall descent.

And with the dying of the sun

The fields begin to ripen full;

The harvest will have well begun

As Sol shall feel the Winter’s pull.

But Summer has a lot of time

Before the wings of Autumn blow,

And we will revel ‘neath the shine

Of our beloved Sun’s warm glow.

Away have gone the days of cold,

The frosty chill of Winter’s breath.

We celebrate, as plants unfold,

New life once more defeating death.

 

© Lorelei Greenwood-Jones, 2009

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