More of Tasha's Photos and Summer Poems
Trumpets sing the summer morning,
Then fade with noonday sun.
Bees have plundered nectar,
Mingled pollen and moved on.
Seeds-to-be are safely clasped
Within the trumpets,
Silent in the afternoon.
Yet seeds will play a sweet reprise,
When Earth has strolled around the Sun,
And brand new instruments will play
This summer morning's tune again.
Bright lilies bloom in my garden
Blazing into the noonday sun.
They scent the surrounding air;
While their bright speckled petals
Call out to passers by-"Come,
Here I am, waiting for only you.
Regal exclamation points,
They punctuate my garden
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