SUMMER:

You my dear Lady, beauty, magnolia skinned,

Fern-swept tresses, blowing in kind warm wind,

With your lupine-lidded & so come hither eyes,

Soft kissed with the lilacs of distant cyan skies,

Cheeks, blushing with cherries of shy rosy juice,

Pollen-powdered from blooms, ripened & loose,

Lips, painted with laughter & poppies deep red,

Dripping petals of giggles, where roses once bled,

Breasts of green hills, suckling cows & young lambs,

Sweating cascades in forests & filling dust-dry dams,

Belly of cauldron, where blue butterflies dare sip,

Leading down to the pond where the dragonflies dip,

Legs languid & long running round stars, sun & moon,

Donning floral skirts, from joyous month of mid June,

Dancing in perfumes of blooms & balmy soft breezes,

Chasing away the cold & frost that no longer squeezes,

Your fronded sapped branches of caressing green arms,

Holding dear the earth with your feminine soft charms,

Summer, my dear pretty Lady, I´ll pay homage to you,

As you gently romance the earth & the world softly woo.