Sunday, June 12, 2005


Birds fly overhead
soaring atop sequoia trees
bright sun – a mantle
on Geneva grounds,
a city of old renown.

Summer knocks on June’s door;
weather wanes, cold to warm.
Icy lake of winter’s age –
fishing ground
for summer’s break.

Denizens on lake-beach adorn;
tourist armed with cameras worn.
Ice cream melts
on side street shores,
masses gather ‘round modern troubadours.

Copious smiles greet each other.
“Hellos” to strangers
become the norm.
Fleeting summer sun brings cheer
to weary winter souls, so dear.

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