Summer Secrets

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.

The End

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