A Summer Tale

This is a poem that I wrote yesterday.

Summer tale1

 

It happens that I sometimes wish

to capture in my words the summer’s beauty,

its golden shape beneath the garden leaves,

impossible to grasp and almost futile.

&

Discover me beneath the summer sky,

let me discover you in orange light of sunset,

embrace the breeze that makes the kites go high

and breathe the moonlight down from season’s goblet.

&

Under the night sky full of stars the poets tell

a passion lost in time is Summer’s spell.

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