SUMMER

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” ― John Lubbock

“Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”― Leonardo da Vinci

“Poet doesn’t write poetry, poetry writes the poet.” –Abhijit Naskar

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SUMMER

Spring always seems to struggle in letting go of winter’s tight and frosty hold.
It seems, right up till Easter the air is usually saturated with its cold.
But the sun always has the last say and eventually winter is convinced to let go.
Then spring springs joyfully out from under its frost, cold and snow.

Spring follows the sun’s northward track right up to its farthest reaches,
Then the longest day of the year occurs and floods the most northern beaches.
This occurrence…