Oh let not winter prematurely come
Have it yet be summer, July or even June
Have the shadows that would cloak us return to noon
Feel the heat’s caressing in life’s brilliant sun
The verdant fullness pulled deep within my lungs
Where every melody sung before, every tune
Finds culmination creates concertos to croon
Where my heart with fullness has always best sung
Each new leaf, blade of grass, chirping bird becomes
A haven from the travel and commerce of other’s, a room
From whence sunshine and splendor too soon flee
So come and lay under the trees and join in this hum
Of the wanton birds and bees feigned equilibrium
Allow this summer garden to heal and give back to thee.