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SUMMER'S COUNTRY
In Summer's country,
the waxing of another year,
the land as fair as Eden
and as far from pain.
Wandering beneath bright skies,
on high the wooded fells aglow,
below the meadows buttercupped
and clad in nature's heartbreak beauty.
On the wind drift voices,
laughter and the ancient song of birds,
breeze-blown dance of myriad leaves
whispering zephyrs in the grass.
Earth seems entranced,
stretched supine under sunbeams' spell
as if the fields were lost in daydream,
bathed in benediction of the light,
and the season's soft caress.
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