It’s that time of year again…
Sirius is in decline as the Summer heat prevails…
The lush beauty of Spring…
Now appears like litter upon the ground…
As those ancient drums echo across the land…
Carried in the winds of Summer…
Sending the limbs of shade…
Into the wild exotic rages of dance…
Limbs and twigs lost in the torrent of emotion…
Terra’s breath moving their litter here and there…
Like gentle sways of a broom…
The warmth of the Sun upon my back…
Arching in pleasure as if it heals the ache and pains…
A gentle reminder of the coolness of Autumn…
Is now approaching…
A Poet's Haven 
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