Summer, thou commence slowly

growing from the spring that was

as a symphony does slightly

while lightly lifting the intensities of sounds

that like summer’s heat augment

to what be dynamic and vivacious

guided be thee by baton of conductor

does thy force take on a crescendo

to senses of feel thine which decrease energy

whilst adding to its own

thou like symphony thy force

cometh from variety in thine offerings

storms like winds, thunder like symbols

lighting like stars illuminating the night

with oomph that paseth the atmosphere

all being in thine spectacle

in which does thy sound all be harmony

of rain that cover with sweetness

as does thy heat with what be brackish    

Summer of long intensity

to those whom thou stirs to heights

of ardent muse

by drying to stiffness what needeth be

to intrude upon fertility’s moisture  

of passionate inspiration that leadeth

to creation of life, and desires

summer be luminous rays

of splendor descending

from thine source flooding

with radiations yee faithful

who to thine relentless stare

of what be day reveal theirs

to thy burning caress

that be not tender

hidden to thine gaze no more be treasures

of body that taketh shape of delicate female

or her mate a stern

for whom she serve as inspiration

winter in its age does he wrap

what be hers of summer

for thee to open upon thine arrival

for it is none be left without

marks of scourge  

upon what be flesh and land

Summer it be that maketh all

is grandeur of nature

burst through to eye

from flowers a colorful

a red, green, yellow

trees that be tall

while animals a small

and of size are realized from bound

summer thou be what my soul

have need of for as it may not be

other to substitute thee