So came the days,
long of summer’s winging
sweet the cherry chickadees sang
of June
Grasping leafy ribbons hung,
willowy warm the trees we swung
All the green – the frog soliloquy pond
Fritillaria, frilly forest fronds
grassy mountain meadow paths,
daisy clouds bloomed, swirling past
Wild geese flocked the lake,
dusk too soon alas
August night of seasons end
starry meteors flashed across
velvet black whistling to
a blue moon