Dreaming Of Summer

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It’s January and it’s getting cold where we are. I could easily make myself depressed just thinking about  this freezing weather. 🙂

But I refuse to and am now dreaming of summer. Those long days just lazing by the pool, watching the kids enjoy themselves, listening to their laughter.

I picture the sun on my cheeks. The feel of my skin slowly turning tan from spending too much time in the sun.

I dream of summer.

A Summer Poem

Summer is Coming
by Dora Goodale

“Summer is coming!” the soft breezes whisper;
“Summer is coming!” the glad birdies sing.
Summer is coming – I hear her quick footsteps;
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.

Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands:
“Summer is coming, and I cannot stay;
Two of my children have crept from my bosom:
April has left me but lingering May.

“What tho’ bright Summer is crownèd with roses.
Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;
I am the herald of all the rejoicing;
Why must June always disown me?” she cried.

Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies,
Plucks the first bloom from the appletree’s bough:
“Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;
I will take one from her store of them now.”

Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo;
Clearly it rings o’er the mountain and plain.
Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign.

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