Summer

The sun’s finger,
drifts through my window everyday.
It warms the room
and the person sitting there.

He stands by the window
looking out at the world
with joyous voices
hailing summer fair.

All the flowers
in the garden
sparkle the day
with colour there.

There are no tears
of sorrow,
only laughter and joy
knowing summer is here.

The world seems alive
with song and colours
coming from here and there
now that summer is here.

The throes that winter brought
have vanished with the sun.
Little birds greet each morning
with the waking of the sun.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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