The Summer is a Fever
The summer is a fever.
Life rushes to its climax,
While balmy nights invite desire
Into its front door.
The afternoons saunter by,
And gracious smiles from the sun
Stroke the flesh
Of all who come to receive her touch.
But the mornings are the very best!
For those who breathe that naked air,
And witness the birds’ wild romance,
Feel their heart brim quietly with the passion of life.
