Now that sunny days truly do appear to be upon us for good, it's about time for a summery poem. I hope this adds some lazy cheer to your lives.
Seasons of Mirth
As silent notes upon the air,
tuneless, but not untuned,
the augered elms extend their leaves,
in summer heat cocooned,
and turn their lofty, knotted arms
above the restful earth.
The hours do not trespass on
the seasons of their mirth.
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