Summer and Love

When summer pierces earth and dying root, And winds, the golden-honeyed flowers sweep, And liquor rays bathe every bud and shoot, Newly awakened from the depths of sleep, When pollen springs forth in white, seasoned clouds, Miasmic dreams, like visions, pure and sweet, When gentle rainy mist the land enshrouds, And tiptoes cross the meads on silent feet, When sweet, ambrosial bloom shall sprout and bud, And throw their dreamy breaths to weave a sigh And cast their milky sap, and sport sweet blood, And touch the Heavens that lurk in the sky, It’s time, when fresh and pure is all of love But still I worry, for the seasons move © 2014 Gleb Zavlanov