The surefooted sun smiles upon us
in July evening’s sweet dream.
The town’s vagrant morale is up,
inspired by the Paris green leaves.
The birds fly through the sky of blue,
in their packs of five and seven.
The refreshing zephyr, making its debut,
nurtures us in its heaven.
The outdoors’ ever growing screen
offers us relief from the heat.
The lone angel, under the tree,
writes of the day from her seat.
I take in the august moment,
like the aroma of a fine wine.
I imbibe the genial landscape
and make it forever mine.
Michael Fischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/july-evening-s-sweet-dream/
