Summer

The texture of the season has changed once again
from icy fields and blowing snow
to watching where the robins go

Waking every morning now I hear their song
as they bask in the rays of the golden sun
while flowering of buds has just begun

I hear children in the park as they play their games
and the tune of the ice cream truck
driving around to make a buck

Ah summer time and the warmth is so needed
by the land with before was so depleted
wrapped in a frozen wilderness
and quieted by frost
until summer unleashed a dazzling display
of that golden orbs fireworks over our heads today

I see bodies as if praying to the warmth the sun brings
laid out helter skelter on the beach
while the surfers find wings
it's a season both beguiling and fun
made all the better with that splash of heady sun.

seasonssummersummerrhyme

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