Before Summers Take

Before summer’s touch,
The sun’s warm golden crispness melts
The cold ice held inside of you.

No more do broken winters bite,
No more tears by candlelight,
No more frost’s cruel burn at night,
No more chills from winds of fright.

Only warmth of summer’s glow,
And birds that sing soft songs below,
The gentle trickle of a stream
Flows warm and clear—awak’ning dreams.

Gentle waters soothe a fragile heart,
Till smiles grow strong and shadows part.
Yellow light now melts your day—
Ice-cold blue drifts far away.

Be happy, free—let walls not climb,
But honey-suckle light sublime.
Open wide a flower of new light,
Spring whispers softly in the night.

Take gentle brush with colours bright—
On this new canvas, now you write.