Alive and heavy with health,
syrup swells the root,
and sun-dappled fields are filled
with walking flowers:
the blossoms of the body
and the promise of fruit.
We know, and delight, and dream
away the hours;
let us have sweet Summer’s cream
before it sours.
syrup swells the root,
and sun-dappled fields are filled
with walking flowers:
the blossoms of the body
and the promise of fruit.
We know, and delight, and dream
away the hours;
let us have sweet Summer’s cream
before it sours.
*Title credit goes to Gerard Manley Hopkins from his poem Spring.