Just Summer

Summer

I did see the shiny glare of the tulip first

a flower that doth flares when summer is near

behold I do, the gold and blood from tulip’s bulb

the hint I need that summer will be.

The sun doth blindly shine upon the green of the earth

but chilly airs chase the atmosphere

for springs lingering scent still abounds

as reluctant to leave as we are eager for summer

To spring we say, your era was wet and windy, twas chilly and cold

but kinder than winter who was bitter and mean.

The gentle jubilees with summer’s touch are what we crave

the burning sun and near nakedness

on sandy beaches of cold still waters, are what we ask.

And to spring we plead, do spring away with your chilly rainy aura.

Tis time for flowery summer to blossom and take over the arena.