Here come the summer peepers
Frog chorus in warm nights
Telling the tales
Of sun-drenched days
And full stomachs

Owls call in the dark,
Finding field mice
Fat from golden grains
Tasting of wheat berries
And marigolds

Apple blossoms
Send sweetness,
Laying heavy on balmy air
A breeze of cherries,
Bright red and **** sweet -
These are the sights
Smells and tastes
Of summer