Poem ‘Summer’ by Dan Allen

On a summer day, Is the time to see
The wind frolic with the branches of a mighty tree
Loftily it stands, idle
Like an instrument to be played
Until an industrious wind sets into motion,
a sway
With a rustle and a whirl
A prosodic rhythm begets the mood
Venting gleams of sun light, dancing amidst the shadows
Leaves tussle, the music begins, A choir of sounds
With a murmur of the wind’s roar
No mistaking now, where in the middle of the score
I get lost, on my summer day
sensing the girth of our beings, finding my pace
In these times I see no need to dream
to envision myself at a stream
to escape the drudgeries of life
to have a shelter from strife
I savor these moments, On a summer day
Pleasantly warmed, by the suns' rays