Summer

Submitted By: Beverly Faith

The wealth of summer
Is dreamer's gold.
For so short a time
It is ours to hold--
Gold in the meadow,
Gold by the stream,
Riches enough for
a miser's dream.

Golden currency,
Ours to spend,
And here, where the sun
Warmed grasses bend,
A golden mattress
On which to lie
As the sun sinks low
In a golden sky.

Author: Lois Duncan
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