Spring's Wizened Sister
A splendiferous sun slowly rises
into a pale periwinkle blue sky.
And at first light, dangling dewdrops glisten
like crystalline tears, only time can dry.
Sol's heat stimulates a welcoming breeze,
scented by Nature's exotic perfume.
And, as temperatures begin to climb,
budding roses bloom into full costume.
Backyard cooks start barbequing burgers
as campers pitch tents near a lake or bay.
And calm cerulean waves lap the shores,
inviting children to jump in and play.
The ubiquitous mosquito might bite,
but most insect repellants work just fine.
Summertime encourages laziness;
so lay back and bask in the warm sunshine.
Picture Summer as Spring's wizened sister;
a devotee of sensual delights.
The mistress of hot, humid, hazy days;
and phantasmagorical starry nights.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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