Summers Muse Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

The billow of the whitest clouds
Like puffs of smoke on high
Floating e're so slowly
Across the azure sky.

So many, I can't count them,
As I lie here looking up
Such blessings, God has given,
As He fills my empty cup.

The songs of birds now flying
As Summer comes once more
The skies now filled with wings
As, in flight, they gently soar.

So blessed Summer come now
And warm my heart so cold
Light the inspiration in me
And again my life enfold.

No single inspiration there
Summers muse does now abound
As all in nature comes to fore
Eyes opened....look around.

This gift of seasons given
New blessings begin to grow
And I do thank You Father
For all You let me know!

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms Caroline
© 3-21-2011