Come Summer life will not be like this <br />Dreams become real like a wood nymph's kiss <br />The smell of new cut hay heralds the end of May <br />Come Summer <br /> <br />Come Summer life will not be like this <br />Roses burn, lover's yearn <br />The swallow swoops, the butterfly loops <br />Come Summer <br /> <br />Come Summer life will not be like this <br />Morning tears glisten on the cool, cool grass <br />To be vanquished by the fiery sun's pass <br />Come Summer <br /> <br />Come Summer old hearts warm anew, young ones flourish too <br />The chill of Winter forgotten now <br />Sleeping dreamily under a leafy bough <br />Come Summer. <br /> <br /> <br />michael warburton 1974<br /><br />michael warburton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-summer-2/
