Honeyed Summer Quotes

“The Resonance of Honeyed Summer
Elizabethan Sonnet Sequence
abab, cdcd, efef, gg

Synchronous in honeyed summer sings a choir of tremulous birch leaves,
A sweet breeze surges south from the mountains to cool down the farm.
To a white picket fence, among the honeybees, a steadfast garden cleaves,
After blind disregard by a town plow, mended again from winter harm.
A sensual scent of new mown meadow, the clash of croquet mallet to ball,
A ricochet sings a tin din of two wickets and a knock into a winning stake.
By the barn, night owls howl, by day gleeful wee hummingbirds enthrall.
The mirth of dipping children as wakes of droning motorboats lap a lake.
Bluebirds have woven a love nest in a stilted, rough-hewn, wooden house.
By a stonewall wild berries grow swollen from green to a misty blue hue.
As we ride bikes beside a hayfield, we rouse the flight of a russet grouse.
At dawn a doe and fawn cross our lawn leaving hoof prints upon the dew.
In long lemonade days, rocking and sipping on the porch, in our defense,
We're in awe of honeyed summertime and the harmony of its resonance.

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― David B. Lentz, Sonnets on the Common Man: New Hampshire Verse