Under the Spell of Summer
A poem inspired by my Sunday morning walk ♥.
The sweet smell of Summer
Her spell I am under.
Drunk on her scents and sounds
Her beauty in my heart resounds.
The sweetness of the Summer breeze
The shimmering leaves and dancing trees.
Butterflies gracefully weaving
Magick all around, I am receiving.
The sun’s blessing drenches my skin
Igniting passions from deep within.
The sweet smell of Summer
Her spell I am under.
♥
