Summer Wildflowers

Okay, summer; you win.
I admit that at first I was put off
by your incessant rains.  And when
they ceased, I didn’t trust your dazzle,
seeing it as so much show, an act.
But now you have convinced me.
Your sincerity is everywhere, deep
in its greens, devoted in its endless
display of color.  And at last
your warmth has penetrated
my understanding, and I want
nothing more than to sink
into your loving emerald arms.

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