I dream and taste a raspberry, blackberry summer,
Whose days are ripe with sunny, golden rays
That cling to tanning skin like white on rice.
Resplendent warmth and I'm at once in rapture,
In love, like Etta James, wrapped up in clover.
Watermelon stains my lips with sweetness,
And gently to and fro the hammock swings.
The words I read, inspired by life are revived;
Like honeybees they buzz and dance on the page.
But the lake is waiting, I'll pay my dues to the waves.
The perspicacious breeze will find my hand
And lead me to where the sunflowers make their stand.
At night the stars will hold my longing gaze.
I'll make a wish and pray these days would last,
The scent of summer rain o'er verdant grass.
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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