Season of mist and mellow fruit, <br />Of blossom and scented air. <br />Bird song and busy bee, <br />seem to inhabit everywhere <br />Grass green horizon, <br />velvet blue morning sky. <br />A little bird with a sweet song, <br />is singing on wing high in the sky. <br />Dew laden petals sparkle, <br />under the new day’s sun. <br />While somewhere in the distance, <br />children are laughing and having fun. <br /> <br />3 Nov 1978<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-morn/
