Summer's Plan

Draw me out upon the lawn

Lure me now with no shoes on

Tempt me with the full of sweetness

Flavor ripe in all its neatness

Forgotten is the dead of winter,

the cold of snow the wind blows hither.

Forgotten are the golden fronds

casting shadows 'long the pond.

Summer grabs and won't let go

seems instinctively to know

that richness is the sun's own light

warm and radiant and oh so bright.

Reviews

[free will]

Nice, winter seems such a long time gone as you bask in summer sun. This take me there as we're in wimter here...thank you Botania