summertime is here

Baking soaked mulch, fills the air
With the first sigh of summer, life
Reborn’s morning damp-ended
Kiss, walking Wishbone ‘neath
Perfect white scudded blue, tufts
Of clouds off-setting the turquoise
Surround, sun’s out, air’s clear,
E’en light chill punctuated pulse
Of passing trains, rat-a-tat machine
Gun of hedge-trimmer
Does nothing to take the edge off
One of life’s perfect days,
Welcome back summer, we missed

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