Summer Love
the midday meadow danced with little things
a-bounding from the grass-to-blooms, and on
oh, how such lustrous wonder sweetly sings
a summer song that callow hearts may pawn
it's there we sought that cool of taller growth
to lose our strength in twining limbs and love
the carnal craves that overwhelmed us both
to make a carpet, green, our heav'n, thereof
how often did we swim those pastures, deep
bright bugs - like pixies - tending to our cares
when, ‘midst the waning day, we'd fall asleep
my hands, with flowers, tangled thru your hair
and, when that tender twilight, came anon ...
the grasses wept with dew to find us gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Summer Love Sonnet" Poetry Contest,
John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
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