Summer brings a rise of early;
welcomed by a dawn caress,
and from a coloured;
petaled,
pallet,
flowers in effloresce.
An early light; shortens the night,
fading ensues; unto this might;
drawn from night's
twinkling gems; sapphires, pearls, emeralds,
alight; all succumb to the morning light,
Ebbs soft at first over the hill,
a nights swarthy turns velvety blue;
The matte, so turning into pastured forthcoming,
and so gives a day shown in ebbing,
first to the buttercups sat on the eastern hills sloping
the grasses blades sit jewelled, of Dew and the gems glisten, with a golden hue;
on catching of an angled light.
then rapid encroach the coming of thee,
ebb hastened past unnoticeably,
a secret know by those on the wing,
delight of your coming,
conducts them to sing
all are sonnets of jovial verse,
and like old friends to you they converse,
a calling embrace, they feel your draw,
from the horizon of eastward allure
all love the coming of a summers-light pour
a gallant season that brings a sun with its amour
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