When Summer Walked Into My Garden

My garden had A different look When summer Opened her book On all things that Had to be done Arriving early with Morning sun. In she waltzed Smiling wide With roses and Irises side by side. Robins stayed to sing With beautiful butterflies Prancing with painted wings. Hostas curled, left Over from spring. Summer smiled, moving Between magnolia trees and Dogwoods pink Waving in her gentle breeze. My garden sings in Summer delight, Yellow primrose open Just at twilight. Summer joys in my garden Do play I give thanks for the pleasures Of summer days. Cynthia