Summer Breeze

The summer breeze, the summer breeze;
Oh how I love the summer breeze:
A gentle smile, a quiet song,
A brook which brings my heart along.
The thrill of light, the flow of trees
I long to taste the summer breeze
Like ice cream in the brassy heat,
Or popsicles that children eat.
I toss the leaves across the clouds,
They join the silver twilight's shrouds,
Before the moon begins to rise,
I catch the summer breeze's dyes.

To Dwell on Summer

Free to remain in a river's sigh,
In the punctuation of the sunlight's eye,
Or the round, bright eggs in a bluebird's nest,
Free to remain, by nature's course.
Free to remain, in the willow's green rest,
Or the bank half-flooded by the lightning's test,
Or the independence of a summer's day,
Without thought, misery, or remorse.

Foam

A canon in the depth of night,
A hymn of blackness and of blight,
Until the sun arises from
The stars pale, blessed, and precious home.
Light spindles through the dark of time,
The sea will say, "Arise! Arise!"
And gulls will ride the wavelets home
On sparkling bits of falling foam.

Summer Returns

With silenced hearts we hold,
The summer's sunlit gold,
And things we know,
No longer know,
In winter's crystal mold.
The season passes on,
The things that once were known,
Have faded in the snows
And August's dying glow.
The January rains
Bring forth the spring again,
And somewhere,
In our deepest mind,
We find the light again.

Past the Shadows

In the heart of the meadow,
In the heart of a friend,
There is light in the shadow
There is light at the end,
Whether barefoot and broken,
Or clothed and in pain,
There lies love in the token
Of light past the rain.