Ode to the Summer

The sultry, sighing signs of Summer,
Season so superbly wistful,
Sings as youth, so restive, eagar;
Who runs thru fields in bliss and vigor-
Until daytime's closing hour.

Capture you the storm clouds coming,
Release the south Wind from her moorimng;
Ambassador of the Summer, quiet
All the tumult and the riot
That the restless sky is up-drumming?

Sweet fruit's succulent in summer,
Teaser of the tingling tastebuds,
Quaff and eat refreshment cool,
Each plump piece, t'is a jewel:
Gift from god's hand, filled with wonder.

Summer's bright cascading,
From the deeprocks; her laughter rising,
Yet mischief sparkles from bright sockets--
With eye's playful, her wit undaunted;
(Eyes of clever, wit sometimes flaunted!)
Summer ends; youth is never fading.