Summer's Children

by Marybeth

Deep shadow.
Light.
Wake the child with soft, tiny kisses.
Blushing rose sky,
whisper spring.

Boy and girl twirl through summer.
They are a glad day.
They flew a little.
Yes, they flew.

Following a green grass song,
a blue sun dream.
Whisper, languid summer, perhaps
dark night
will never come.

Peace
My velvet sky loves.
Fly up
And fall away into sleep
peace
after play.

*****End*****

©Copyright Marybeth Lambe, 1999

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