A Recipe For Summer

A RECIPE FOR SUMMER

By Mary Dow Brine

What is summer made of?
Of opening buds and flowers;
Of sunshine and of shadow,
And gracious little showers,
Of birds that in the tree-tops
Sing sweetly all the day;
Of buttercups and daisies,
And breath of new-mown hay.

 

Of butterflies that hover
O’er every fragrant rose;
Of bees that gather honey
Where the honeysuckle grows.
Of brooks that murmur softly,
And thro’ the meadows glide:
Of shadows shifting gently
Adown the mountain-side.

 

Of rainbows after showers,
Of starlight nights so still;
Of moonbeams shimmering softly
O’er every brook and rill.
Of mornings dawning sweetly
O’er dew-wet grass and flowers,
Oh! summer time is only
A life of golden hours!

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