Another elderly poem from June 2010
Summer secrets bound up in boughs of leaves
Whispering gently as the wind rustles
Through the trees, through the grass, and hidden coves
In the sweet darkness of shadow mantles.
Pearls of gold glitter in the shadows 'round
The trekking streams unhurried on their way
As they all giggle over the rocks bound
In their shining watery paths of play.
The sun watches over the world with joy,
At all the frolicking ecstasies there,
While it dances its rays of light so coy
Across the land and sea and cloud and air.
Ah, summer secrets never found until
You look around, standing silent and still.