Best Summerise Poems

On return, first thing, I view
my garden with sleepy eyes.
Straight away, I summerise,
nothing died.

I pull a few offending weeds,
as I go along the paths.
New colours cream,lilac,red and yellow.
Daffidols bulbs that split in halves.

As I reach the cherry tree,
a tear comes to my eye.
Buds of pink,...

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