Summer

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    Summer

    Summer’s back! And there’s my gorgeous girl now.
    Finally, today’s day becomes longer.
    To your golden Graciousness, I humbly bow.
    Frozen I’ve stood since last that I saw her
    Smelling of plum blossoms, her skin so sweet.
    Hot days, hot nights. In your lakes I will play.
    For three seasons I’ve missed your sticky heat,
    Promise me, my Summer, this time you’ll stay.
    My heart fears anew that grey days will come,
    That your leaves will again turn to goodbyes.
    You will go, turn back to where you came from,
    To the land of full moons and starry skies.
    Summer, only three months, I know, I know.
    Tell me that you’ll take this reunion slow.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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