Summer

Summer days,

summer days --

trees offer their

gentle canopy;

roses, full-blown

scent the air.

Lizards bask --

the humble bees

visits flower after

flower,

their hum enveloping

on a warm afternoon.

Beetles scurry

hurriedly working

their naturnal jobs.

A cock-robin

sits upon the birdbath,

and barn swallows

dip and turn

on sky-borne currents.

An orange cat

naps in the cool

shade

beneath the mulberry

tree --

while butterflies

linger

by the garden gate.

Summer days,

summer days:

this season reigns

so beautifully.

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