It will be Summer—eventually
June 9, 2024 at 6:09 pm Leave a comment
It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—Will tint the pallid landscape—
As ‘twere a bright Boquet—
Tho drifted deep, in Parian—
The Village lies—today—The Lilacs—bending many a year—
Will sway with purple load—
The Bees—will not despise the tune—
Their Forefathers—have hummed—The Wild Rose—redden in the Bog—
The Aster—on the Hill
Her everlasting fashion—set—
And Covenant Gentians—frill—Till Summer folds her miracle—
Your Daily Poem
As Women—do—their Gown—
Or Priests—adjust the Symbols—
When Sacrament—is done—
Never Mind The White Dress, Turns Out Emily Dickinson Had A Green Thumb
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