Convergence

Leaving the travail of spring, summer’s come.

We shift May behind, full of rainy days

with the approval of a happy sun.

Early, we rise to keep the heat at bay—

A walk around the park reveals much growth:

The flowers are budding beneath the sky—

like the fulfillment of a lover’s oath,

summer’s light promises to beautify.

We take another lap; the geese appear,

a gregarious group, they eat as one.

My eyes take in scenes my heart holds as dear,

A watchful mother gazes at her son .

This morning everything seems to converge

Love in the light gives us right to emerge.