Summer

A poem about my feeling of summer

I'm gazing out my window as I sip my tea,
and pondering the green of summer that I see.
The clouds seem undecided if they should but stay,
and fill the earth with their rain, or just go away.

Some bees swarm around a budding mimmosa tree,
as I gaze out my window at all that I see.
The sun rising in the East, brightens up the day.
As the wonder of summer holds me in its sway.

I don't miss the winter, and its wintery blast,
I'm just so thankful summer is here at last.
I'm gazing out my window as I sip my tea,
and pondering all the things summer means to me.