Summertime

Like spun golden honey Rays drip from above Taking her time Like savoring wine It's the Sun's time now She's the star of the show Her stage is the sky We bask in her glow My arms and legs now exposed New freckles on my nose I squint my eyes from the shine But, her warmth is divine This is her time Its only a season But, what a mark she makes Ray Goddess, you're the reason That my troubles soon fade Sequestered in your shade Overflowing, my cup Your yellow fire, I drink up Does my watch tick more slowly Illusion of time never ending You shine and you sleep Your light bowing and bending Summer is the season of gold In summer no one ever grows old We are all children in summertime Lisa Cole