Summer Magic

This summer magic
Makes us young again,
And sends us forth
In re-found innocence
To marvel at the grass-heads 
As we lie
And bask like turtles
At the river's brim.

From wishes blown in
Dandelion fluff,
Our eyes awake to wonder
At the dance
Of fireflies
As dusk falls on the trees
And meteors make 
Lines across the sky.

These heights of summer,
Coming in our prime,
Recall us, with
The wisdom of our years,
To turn again and ponder
Whence we came
And stir our souls to 
Search for simpler things
And see the splendor of them,
And be glad.

Written in response to Art Stew 52 prompt: Summer Magic


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