Summer’s Stride
The day arrives
With such promise.
Sun beams bronze
The early summer earth,
Like a girl who’s sunbathed
On the beach.
Tree leaves shimmer
As diamonds in the sky.
Mama birds nestle
High above in branches
Waving in the breeze.
Butterflies seek
Refreshing nectar
From Honeysuckle vines
Entwined.
Bees whisk
From flower to flower
Gathering pollen as they float,
For the honey soon to come.
Summer hits its stride
When the temperature climbs.
2008 © Dawn L. Huffaker
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