Sunset as red as pomegranate rind,
Makes me leave my cares behind.
Sunflowered fields in silence turn,
Toward the night to ease the burn.
I gaze back with a wistful smile,
It's summer, so I stay awhile.
God bless the hands in soil immersed,
Preparing for a furrow's thirst.
And while I sleep, if thunder rolls,
Rain will nourish cotton bolls.
Moonflowers awaken to greet the night,
To perfume the air so startling white
The magic of summer one can't deny
It's in the taste of a fresh peach pie.
I will follow its dance on hummingbird's wings,
Such miracles my summer brings.