Summer Rising

With the daylight break

My heart is near to burst;

In Summer’s glow immersed,

Winter’s madness in my wake.

–

Mist gathers at my feet,

In swirling, hazy disregard;

But though it batters at my guard

The bird-song forces discrete retreat.

–

Reborn,

I greet an earth unfurled;

Not a cloud in all the world

To mar the spirits of my morn.