I'd been caught up in the middle, of one of those awful days,
When nothing seems to go right, with glitches and delays.
I was having a rough day at work, and the boss was now irate;
bright pink fingernails
a straw hat low on her brow
cool in sunglasses
down in the meadow
flowers bloom in all colors
and butterflies reign
sapphire on sapphire
at the rise of jewelled night
when the stars flash fire
The misty evening will be departing soon,
Leaving but a memory of the summer moon;
As the sunlit halls were golden for a day,
Then Sol died of grief in a dusky display!
It had started out a peaceful day
In early June.What a lazy Sunday!
You were quite silent, and filled with dismay;
But, what did the preacher say?
the warmth is spreading
green leaves budding everywhere
Ruby Farms, farm of the sunset,
With a blooming riot of roses,
Is at the shadow of indigo night-
The hour of the deepest color!
they are so many
in the heart each holds a place
as stars own the night
On the front porch swing, lost in a world of color,
Darting bluejays and ravishing blossoms sang summer!
Passersby peered at me, then nodded their greetings,
Like the sunshine in your face at butterfly meetings.