Summers Debut
Summer resort for itinerant birds and other sunny photos
The best season of our lives is summer
Summer's debut!
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Summer gracefully strolls in,under a canopy of soft blue, in her long, elegant, emerald gown, spattered with dandy-lined yellow sequins.
Her hair is a tangled birds nest, woven of the finest golden rays of sunshine, and bound by an endless profusion of forget-me-nots.
She dances with tiny tots attending her, who whirl around on her moss skirts, in bare footsies and smiles.
She stretches her arms out, in a long and lazy twirl, that all are spun into, and caught up in, the waltz of her passing.
Her sweet perfumes wafts over the stench of carboned dioxide cities, and birds set the sweet melodies to which she performs daily.
Occassionally a
dark, and stormy gent
will sweep her off her feet, and whisk her
across gray skies in a rhumba or two,
and then just as quickly,
and coldly vanish,
Leaving puddles of tears behind.
This blend of two opposites attracts the urchins, who mark each tiny pond as a place to sail paper boats, and splash like a flying fish in.
I am in love with summer she fills me with a passion not felt in any other season and I will be married to her until she leaves me with a sudden fall and a wintry disposition.
For she does not belong to just any one but to all of us, yet still a man can dream.
With a bit of tall grass between his teeth and a straw hat propped cockish on his head as he rest beneath a maple that bleeds sap not nearly as sweet as Summer's fond embrace.
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© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III