Of A Summer Day
At the end of spring when summer
and the soft white clouds float
I can close my eyes and picture
when we lay in the grass
underneath the sky.
I can vision the daisies growing
wild and free
and hear the tranquil play of
the narrow rill;
I can see the branches of the
giant oak tree
that were home to the robin and
As the sun climbed high o'er the
where the tender breezes gently
we were caught in the moment of
a magic spell,
and my blushing youth took wing
I can still see the blue of that
when I tasted the passion of my
first real kiss,
and to my larval heart I bid
as I trembled in the thrill of
How numerous the lips I have
kissed since then;
how many the loves that have
come my way,
but I still feel a rush of
when my mind wanders back to
that summer day.
~Copyright © 1999 Ruth Gillis~
Of A Summer Day" received a
First Place Award in the 2000
May/June issue of Poets At
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