The surefooted sun smiles upon us <br />in July evening’s sweet dream. <br />The town’s vagrant morale is up, <br />inspired by the Paris green leaves. <br /> <br />The birds fly through the sky of blue, <br />in their packs of five and seven. <br />The refreshing zephyr, making its debut, <br />nurtures us in its heaven. <br /> <br />The outdoors’ ever growing screen <br />offers us relief from the heat. <br />The lone angel, under the tree, <br />writes of the day from her seat. <br /> <br />I take in the august moment, <br />like the aroma of a fine wine. <br />I imbibe the genial landscape <br />and make it forever mine.<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/july-evening-s-sweet-dream/
