Summer's Offering

Sip from the cup of June The sweet wine Of summer That intoxicating maiden Who frolics Through the land Dressed in emerald She taught the birds To sing And the breeze To blow the scented jasmine Through lazy curtains Seek the feast Awaiting the tired eyes As nature's paintbrush Tips the fields And the distant hills With colors splendid Do not drink too fast But slowly cherish Each fragrant red rose Each tiny blue bird Each crystal moon Close your eyes Savour the pleasure As summer's cup Will be empty And soon, the wine Will become Autumn's Bitter dregs..