The Edge of Summer
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I hear a distant, gay twittering,
Night's at the edge of the moon;
I see the butterflies flittering,
Spring waits at the edge of June!
I see the myriad blooms invading,
Crowded to edge of forest green;
In their glorious colors parading,
At the fragrance of noonday sheen!
The sun's at the edge of Milky Way,
And earth's at the edge of the sun;
Time lurks the edge of each new day,
'Til the rainbow clashes with sun!
I'm at the edge of plum daydream,
And fireflies go in and out of view;
When sun's at the edge of moonbeams,
Missing those skies of deepest blue!
The fields lie on the edge of gold,
And blue mountain has lost its snow;
Scenic paths are strolled, as of old,
And new dawn's at the edge of glow!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2020
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