These Happy Hours
These Happy Hours
How brightly this Season’s fair complexion shines
With full flowering buds that follow Spring,
As though the sun’s gold orb is itself outshone.
Sometime temperate winds cool the burning air
And playful breezes dance in the shifting shade,
When heaven is in possession of these happy hours,
As the Season follows Nature’s untrimmed course,
Until Autumn’s eternal harvest is returned
And this fertile Season’s lease is run.
B. Stebbings
08/06/19
For 'Summer's Day Redo Contest'
by Michelle Faulkner
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2019
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