Early Summer Rainbow
I feel the ache of summer.
The calendar would disagree, but I know the warning signs. A cool day with leaves four inches wide, green side up, stem-red, semi-glossy.
Two sparrows in a chasey touch and go, three geese splashing in the Harlem Meer vying for that taste of early honey.
Oh I see the saddened, bitten days. I know how to hesitate, and what's the use?
But must we miss the smell of summer linden?
Is that the price of closing well?
Or are those squares and pieces gnawed and splintering regardless?
Look! Over there! That carefree early summer rain is smoothing out the endgame.
The calendar would disagree, but I know the warning signs. A cool day with leaves four inches wide, green side up, stem-red, semi-glossy.
Two sparrows in a chasey touch and go, three geese splashing in the Harlem Meer vying for that taste of early honey.
Oh I see the saddened, bitten days. I know how to hesitate, and what's the use?
But must we miss the smell of summer linden?
Is that the price of closing well?
Or are those squares and pieces gnawed and splintering regardless?
Look! Over there! That carefree early summer rain is smoothing out the endgame.
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