Monday, August 22, 2011

Thoughts of Summer

I wrote this little piece about 20 years ago and didn't want to have it disappear, so, here it is.

Summer

Summer turns its warm breath on me
A chance to see her revelry.
Summer plays its games untold
A time to see the leaves unfold

Summer haunts my distant past
Straining cracks in a schooner's mast.
Summer hurls her bolts at me
A time to feel the revelry.

Summer can give, but also take,
Of fresh corn and love to make.
Summer lights my heart a fire
Of which my mind will never tire.