growing from the spring that was
as a symphony does slightly
while lightly lifting the intensities of sounds
that like summer’s heat augment
to what be dynamic and vivacious
guided be thee by baton of conductor
does thy force take on a crescendo
to senses of feel thine which decrease energy
whilst adding to its own
thou like symphony thy force
cometh from variety in thine offerings
storms like winds, thunder like symbols
lighting like stars illuminating the night
with oomph that paseth the atmosphere
all being in thine spectacle
in which does thy sound all be harmony
of rain that cover with sweetness
as does thy heat with what be brackish
Summer of long intensity
to those whom thou stirs to heights
of ardent muse
by drying to stiffness what needeth be
to intrude upon fertility’s moisture
of passionate inspiration that leadeth
to creation of life, and desires
summer be luminous rays
of splendor descending
from thine source flooding
with radiations yee faithful
who to thine relentless stare
of what be day reveal theirs
to thy burning caress
that be not tender
hidden to thine gaze no more be treasures
of body that taketh shape of delicate female
or her mate a stern
for whom she serve as inspiration
winter in its age does he wrap
what be hers of summer
for thee to open upon thine arrival
for it is none be left without
marks of scourge
upon what be flesh and land
Summer it be that maketh all
is grandeur of nature
burst through to eye
from flowers a colorful
a red, green, yellow
trees that be tall
while animals a small
and of size are realized from bound
summer thou be what my soul
have need of for as it may not be
other to substitute thee