Spring's Wizened Sister
A splendiferous sun slowly rises
into a pale periwinkle blue sky.
And at first light, dangling dewdrops glisten,
like wet shards of glass, only Dawn can dry.
Sol's heat summons up a sensual breeze,
infused with Nature's exotic perfume.
And as temperatures begin to climb,
lilacs and peonies begin to bloom.
Backyard cooks start flipping smoky burgers,
while campers pitch tents as Spring slips away.
And warm cerulean waves lap the shores,
inviting children to jump in and play.
Yes, the ubiquitous mosquitoes bite;
yet bug zappers will keep them well in line.
Summertime encourages laziness;
so, lie back and bask in the bright sunshine.
Think of Summer as Spring's wizened sister,
a devotee of sizzling hot delights.
The mistress of both humid, hazy days
and phantasmagorical, starry nights.
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