A Summer Afternoon

Summer comes all clothed in green, To paint the path of a passing scene. Wheat in the field bound in sheaves, Shares the glory of gold tipped leaves. Gossamer drops of morning dew, Lie on a bed of radiant blue; And clusters that hang on wandering vines, Brings juice that gives sweet scented wines. The midnight owl takes her rest, Hidden in the tree in a secret nest; And raucous rooks in ferny nooks, Take in the scene with cautious looks. The hawk that flies under sapphire skies, Stretches her wing till daylight dies; Poised in flight, her arabesques, Soaring, dipping, seem so effortless. Prisms of sunbeams shimmer with gold, To capture the warmth till day grows old; Erasing the shadows that go at noon, As day wastes away, all too soon.