Summer's Muse

By Daniel Helman Lee

Summer cracks the egg-shells of winter,

They crackle to yolks of molten light

Dripping through the drifting whispers

Of simmering clouds brimmed in delight.

In early mornings of ripening June,

Zinc-colored heavens corrode to maroon.

Rusting skies shed flecks of dawn

Like glazed gold dust that melt on tongues.

Summer peels off sky’s silver coat

And trades it for sun that buds and blooms

In tones of gold, like petals of rose—

Whilst Summer blushes through flowers’ gowns.

Tendrils of Summer in lavish hues

Limn the world in Summer’s muse.

Who's Summer's muse you do inquire?

Our Souls’ her muse, served to inspire.

By Daniel Helman Lee