Summer Thoughts

The sun starts to rise at five o’ clock, and by six it is light outside and the birds have already ceased their daybreak song, and are singing a song of the new day. At night fireflies can been seen as they caper about the yard displaying their light. Storms creep up, and often thunder and lightning visit. As the storms roll across the field, the sky is filled with the dark blue of an intense clouds, which bring with them awe and rapture, turning ones thoughts to wide meadows and mountains with snowy caps, and clear, cold streams. The sunlight peaks behind clouds to reveal a clean sky, of a light blue.

Yellow, purple, blue, yellow and orange accompany the sun as it sets, in a finale of light and color. In the crab apple tree the robins have built a nest for which to rear their young and the wrens have done so in the bird house. Across the street, the cherries are ripening; a red blush spreads over their pale orange skin. The raspberry bushes are filled with small hard green balls, that foretell of pies and jam and berries and cream. Here and there butterflies drift from flower to flower; swallowtail, monarch, morning cloak, and skipper. The spring buds have been replaced with fresh green leaves, and the woods appears as a canopy, if as to welcome some great queen.