The Time of Summer

Crunching underfoot, the land sighs

Warmth drenches all about

Pooling heavy in the shadows

Dripping sticky through the air

Holding strong the day

Sleeping only with the sun

Rustling the russet rushes

Gentling the great green boughs 

Light and sweet, the springtime walk

Cold and sharp, the winter stroll

But hushed and drowsy is the

Time of summer, unlike all other