For the Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest of Constance La France
"Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June." Al Bernstein June’s moon illumines with gold light in a sapphire sky. It’s as clear to me as a cloudless night summertime is nigh. Though still-cool primrose evenings linger on from spring, I listen for the sounds that warmer nights will bring: crickets’ chirruping, whippoorwills in leafy trees. Sing, oh lovely robin. Mockingbird, let me hear your charming croon. Common loon, may I slumber to your haunting tune? Sultry days mid-summer will be coaxing me to go on long mid-afternoon walks to a yellow-flowered meadow. Maybe I’ll go wading in cool water of a stream, then lie beneath a willow and drift into a dream. Fleeting is the sunny season; like my dreams, it too will end. Then I will be writing of the beauty fall shall send.
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