Summer

Summer This glorious time of year grace is in bloom, divine supple spindles gleam by golden beam waltz, waltz June fairies from dandelion to lofty pine. Off on a stroll above meadows scented wisps, a tryst, oh my sandalwood, sweet fair mulberry treat swoon, swoon ethereal swans into the mild, evening light, of July. Stirring for summer's farewell frail wonders, tulips, up high butterflies pair with delicate flair steady, steady August delights primroses await your slumbering sigh. ~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~