Summer Muse

An errant seed of summer’s thought, bourne lightly on the breeze,

Adrift in spiraling, sunlit dance, through the shadows of the trees,

Rests for a time o’er my weary head, with a priceless gift to lend,

Yet finding there no room for this, finds purchase in my pen,

                                        I write.

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