Summertime

Summertime

Soft breezes are stirring the leaves of the trees;

Flowers are blooming in colors and hues;

Their blossoms are loved and caressed by the bees

Whose honey is gathered to sweeten the views.

Little birds sing and fly across the sky

Bright blue washed clean by summer’s sweet rain.

Puffy white clouds floating swiftly on high;

Hawks soar to heights in their summer domain.

Rabbits munching clover after the dew;

Deer are waiting silently, shy and aloof.

Foxes are watching for prey without clue.

Night brings the owls with their silent reproof.

Summer does not to man alone belong,

But to each creature with its summer song.

Judith Parrish Broadbent (Summer 2021)