Poem:

Summer is here,

The sky is clear;

With no confusion;

Only a fusion

Of a wishful sense

Of its preeminence;

All’s right with the world

With banners unfurled

Of anticipation

And timely elation;

Birds celebrating;

Nature creating

A subtle lift

Of spirits adrift;

A confirmation;

An affirmation

Of the order of seasons,

Convictions and reasons;

Beaches stirring

With fun reoccurring,

Untroubled, plain,

Simply mundane;

The ocean lapping,

Merging, slapping

Shores, lively, strumming

With music, all summing

Freedom is around,

In the air, on the ground,

There being a sense

Of the ”now and hence,”

That summer shall never

Betray us forever.