Summer Ode

Summer upon the horizon sighs,
admiring springtime’s perseverance.
The blue sky dances distant,
as the May clouds gaze their last.

Blossoms fallen dust the fields,
and like the April rain recedes.
The breathing wind its final act,
as summer’s breeze waits gentle in the wings.

The eastern torch slower dances,
its endless mural across the sky.
The west prepares its ancient cradle,
as the star laughs bright in colors bold.

O’ patient blooming summer,
your notes tug playful on my ears.
The whisper of your arrival echoes,
in the constant chatter of the leaves.