Call Me Summer
You can call me “Summer” in this rhyme.
I hibernate until my special time,
and when I come the weather is so fine.
Most people say that I am just sublime.
How wonderful to be a summer’s day
with daisy flowers blooming all array
children laughing so delightful as they play.
I am happy with things happening this way.
Contentment is my care at my day’s eve.
My dreams from all the day I do retrieve
and softly sigh a warm breeze as I breathe
to make the human beings feel relieved.
I’m happy just to be a summer’s night
with full moon shinning on the water bright
as I watch two lovers in romantic plight
and a galaxy of stars is in my sight.
6/15/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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