Summer Arrives
Rain has brought green to blades of grass
As spring fades and hides again.
The moss rose peeps out with promises
She will keep in deep pinks and bright yellows.
Hosts of many colors dazzle the heart
Reminding the soul of harvest.
Short nights allow dark thoughts to transform
Into bouquets where birds gather and twitter.
Life becomes a slow, soft, sweet song
Flowing from and back again into the Divine Belovèd.
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