Roses cascading from a trellis, tumble down <br />And grace the paving stones beneath my feet. <br />Early leaves have fallen and crumble, brown, <br />Rustling when crushed against the hard concrete. <br /> <br />Summer days of sweetness, sun and shade, <br />Where on a wrought iron table, food one sups <br />Is, on a crisp white cloth, so carefully laid, <br />With offerings, and tea in porcelain cups. <br /> <br />A cool breeze enters through an open space, <br />Between the Eucalyptus and the Yew, <br />And one is wrapped in Summer's soft embrace, <br />And canopied by a sky of azure blue.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-s-soft-embrace/
