An early warming day in June,
Inside the oven of the sun,
The earth still blooms from Spring's swift boon -
Official summer not begun.
The morning clouds from off the sea
Sail north and give a subtle shade -
A lacy, cotton canopy -
Behind - a peek a boo is played.
The road pours asphalt down my hill,
With pair of houses to the right;
While on the left it's verdant still -
A somber green in morning's light.
As if I've seen grand Nature's dawn -
A sight that is the season's first -
An exclamation, 'There's a fawn! '
I spot the spotted glory burst!
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