By Dr Gregory Musson
Summer blooms from shoots of spring,
its heated fragrance enchants my being.
The golden strands of glistening sun,
splashes all with radiant fun.
In enchanting pools of turquoise hues,
I can immerse in my cool, hot summer muse.
Caught in Erato’s summer song,
each day and night is sweet and long.
When autumn breezes cool the heat,
I’ll savour your sweet glow till next we meet.
Thank you for listening.