Monday, June 17, 2024

In shadows of clouds, summer's warmth played coy,
A quiet start, the sun timid to deploy.
Could this be the time for skies of azure,
To grace us with its golden, sunlit treasure?

A dance of heat upon the blossoms' heads,
Awakening from winter's lingering beds.
Will we finally shed these layers, embrace,
The full embrace of summer's warm grace?

The promise of days without a chill in sight,
Picnics in meadows, under sun's bright light.
Could this be the turn we've all been longing for,
Summer knocking at our waiting, weary door.