A Little Taste of Summer
 

The way the clouds look white and thick
Like sitting on a sheet of glass
They never seem to move, and yet
They endlessly roll on and on

The fields of grass are rich and deep
Greener than they should ever be
They wave in lightly whispered breeze
Here and not, there and gone

The endless skies all up above
A blue so blue but almost white
They days are long as days can be
But not as long as one could want

The evening sky is cool and black
The stars like lights in velvet wrap
The breeze is gentle, kind and still
A coolness that will tease and taunt

Through fiercely heated days exchange
With coolness of a gentle rain
From day to night, for my delight
My summer memories remain
 

 (c) "Amalthea Celebras"  K.C. Fahel  18 July 1990