When the leaves were olive green and burgeoning, lushly unfurling
The air, laden with the aroma of wild roses, jessamine infusing
The sky’s a celebration of blue, the sun of gold
Only respite when colors muted and the moon was luminescent cold
The Violet duvet was pulled down on relentless sun rays
Celestial sugar sprinkles emerged like diamonds on display
A million miles away pulsing and beaming at star gazers
‘Twas a special kind of Iris black to hold up
All the stars in its velvety arms and cradles
The chirp of crickets, and hoots of owls serenaded us on camping nights
Near the still waters of the lake reflecting a full moon
The earth yearned to get drenched
In sweet honeyed drops of the rainy symphony
When the dusty brown changes to decadent mahogany
Argentine moon cast dappled shadows through flickering leaves
Skin adorned with perspiration,
For a caress of cool air, it pleads
The wrath of flame sparked summer is at its zenith
A shade is a novelty and luxury, summer nights are sans mirth.
Angels span their cocooning wings sheltering us from heady air
Beneath a benevolent explosion of starry flair
The darker the night, the sweeter is their song
They will glimmer until rosy hues come waltzing along…