summer sonnet

summer summer summertime sunshine sun
beams with burning brilliance- my skin turns brown
the dither of life buzzes and light beams down
and everything seems to run run run


a certain verdancy becomes the earth
a certain cacophony becomes air
where birds flit and sing their inherent care
yes we're poised again between death and birth


in every summer day there is a way
to see life as a thing eternal:  held
suspended in a summer poem,  held
in bated breath inspiring  a whole day
          until the sun goes down i'll sit and look
           and read the summer like  I read a book






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