Four dance partners twirl in beauty:
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.

Across the necks of three, holidays glitter as pearls,
enticing from a distance, and up close,
experienced as joy.

These jewels cover no flaw,
only accent the uniqueness of each’s perfection,
although frustrated suitors grumble otherwise.

And then there is Summer,
sun-freckled, lovely,
molasses in motion,
the delight of the evening sky.

To adorn such a face
would be as foolish
as playing conductor
to a cricket symhony.

(wish I knew Latin, I’m sure it would sound SO much more dignified. Here’s to the holiness of summer!