Summer Fruits Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

In summertime the pace slows down
The streets are emptier downtown
Crisp shades of spring have come and gone
Now summer spreads its fertile lawn

What great delight its fragrant yields
Ripe, dripping from tall stalks in fields
While up above a deep blue sky
Embraces them as birds fly by

Oh, give me summer fruits today
My hunger and my thirst allay
Its brightest colors offer cheer
To this best season of the year.