Green chapels swell under simmering noon
beaches, oaks and balms, blush in verdant plumes
gleaming glossy gowns of mint foliage
Serenely soothing doubts with its rustic dosage
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And everything is submarine under vibrant colors All that's old grows young again in everlasting summer.....outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this gem with us.10
Beautiful picture portrait of summer with fertile imagery. But I wonder how perceptions change in different climes. We in India if look forward to summer is perhaps for vacation(students) and for the luscious mango fruits. No 'we are pleased when it pours' says one of my poems. But this is not to doubt what you say. I liked what the poem said and how it said.