Fingers tap upon the pane
Pat, pat, pitter, and pat sustain
The mind it glows to hear the song
The wind it tosses drops around
This sudden calm of summer rain
As cool a drink the flowers gain
Oh, sun is this your risk or bain
To be chased off, by clouds maintain
But soon, the shafts of sunlight play
Over corner, brush, or roof top long
To cover all, to dry the throng
And once again the leaves in song
Dance this way that, as if they long
Do reach the fall and be set free
In flight of fancy about my knee
I stop and watch the sun lit trees
And wonder what their sonnet be.
- Trish 2014
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