Summer
Swirling drifts of sugared sand
slipping through your sun-jeweled hand.
Treasure seeking on the shore
as up above you seagulls soar.
Billowed hair on skin so golden;
for this warmth you are beholden.
Maybe hike a mountain high
and gaze into an azure sky.
Or waltz along a forested path
at times enduring nature's wrath.
In gardens and fields so lush and green
sweet summer fruits are everywhere seen.
A sparkling season of beauty and sun
too soon is ended once begun.
written 1/3/2015 for Shadow's contest
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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