Cup ‘o sweet tea
Hint ‘o lemon
Splashed in sunbeam
To Time's glass
Ruffle of
Laughter from heaven
Runs its touch
Across the grass
Half-shut eyelids
Tilted God-ward
Where He spills
Time’s perfect blue
Without reservation
Love-song
On a sky-wide avenue
Poetry
Pulses In flowers
Or in bowers
Washed with rain
Happiness requires
Nothing
But the moment
We are in
It is summer.
Who could ask for
Anything but
Perhaps this;
Let the hour
Bleed more slowly
Because of
What
What
Summer
Is…
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