Midsummer Day

Written by: Ingrid Laymann

roses have opened their layers of lids
the eyes of nature are looking around
clouds swept in by a jocund breeze
attempt to travel in consistent unions
closing each hole to preserve the Blue
for the days of that summer to follow

roofs are awaiting the kiss of the sun
making them swelter in the stillness
at noon when nature seems dreaming
enthralled by the blossoms of linden 
the fragrance so sweet can hold all the
heat and the joy of summers gone by