The summer’s eve declining,

One reclining in repose

As the gillyflowers of garden

Seduce the senses of the nose.


Was our own Creator

Able to foresee,

Pleasure in the meadow blooms

Sprinkled on the lea?


Rosettes of earth’s creation,

Paying homage to the Bee,

Clouds forever forming

Suspended o’er the sea.


Seasons come and seasons go

In alternating light;

With us just left to ponder

The wonders in our sight.


Monty Alexander 27.2.12


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