Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
When Summer Walked Into My Garden
My garden had
A different look
Opened her book
On all things that
Had to be done
Arriving early with
In she waltzed
With roses and
Irises side by side.
Robins stayed to sing
With beautiful butterflies
Prancing with painted wings.
Hostas curled, left
Over from spring.
Summer smiled, moving
Between magnolia trees and
Waving in her gentle breeze.
My garden sings in
Yellow primrose open
Just at twilight.
Summer joys in my garden
I give thanks for the pleasures
Of summer days.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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