Summerby Mary Aris © 2010

Now is the summer of my soul.The sun is slowly settingIn a sky of deep russet purple;The birds of spring are flying;Never to be seen again.No longer does the daffodilOr the springtime pelting rain tickles the nose of the girl,As she dances on the golden lawn.

Now the girl has long since gone....With the waning season.Now the golden sun has risenUpon a new exciting dawn;As the humble maid now greets the woman.

Poetry byMary Aris

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