Summer comes slowly to the northern shore,
Spring’s pale promises are brought to the fore
As branches of birch renew, glorified,
Green the paper-white trunks in dress once more.
Delicate blooms marking summer’s return,
Layers of lupine are backlit by fern,
Now is their moment, they lift to the sky;
Be fruitful and flower, quickly they’ve learned.
White ladies on horses ride in the bay,
Summer’s strong rainstorms are having their say,
Pine trees and poplar bend down in response,
Dark waves crash heavy as thunderheads pray.
E’en I gaze across summer’s blue water,
Reveling in beauty, Gemini’s daughter;
A fawn draws close, stumbling as she nears,
Etched in gold light, the sunshine has caught her.
Summer comes slowly to this northern land,
All the more grateful we welcome its stand,
In laughter and joy we live day by day;
Suddenly summer, she makes no demand.
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2018
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