Summer’s glow bakes ink off t-shirts
Its waves swaying drapery tassels, as
Potted plants wilt into plucked roses.
Some deploy target fans of paper lace
While others mop handkerchief faces.
Instead of dozing in summer’s billows,
Let us open wide rose paned windows,
Invite in trade winds to play cornetts,
Rehearsing on wood wind instruments,
Swirling summer in cool down minuets,
With breath from the wind of clarinets.
*Inspired by The Aim Was Song by Robert Frost