Another Year
Our summer is late this year
Spring showers keep coming still
But the meadow is full of green
And glorious wild flowers seen
Patience, for the sun will shine
We'll have picnic weather sublime
Then begging for cool breezes
And relief from summer sneezes
Too soon the hills will brown
And then be wearing winters gown
Seasons seem to fly right by
The year gone with a sweet sigh
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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