Summer’s Call

Spring, come listen to the Summer’s call

that passes by on a whispered breeze,

exhaling warmth like a shallow breath

on the ebb and flow of calming seas.

In hushed tones that sing, it calls for Spring

in lullabies of breaths for it to rest

and to sleep away the quiet days,

Entrusting Summer at its behest.

A season ends, as it always does,

but Spring does languish for a while,

though it sleeps at last, content with warmth,

and disappears on Summer’s smile.

Now singing songs of Spring must end,

like a fading voice just out of reach,

and listen instead for Summer’s call

that beckons forth with quiet speech.