Summer sunshine’s burns bright,
Rings of pink-gold blinding light.
Peonies burst forth, glossy and fragrant,
Sunshine embraces them, radiant.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Sunshine writes on each leaf
In a language I cannot read.
Nature connects to me, is my belief,
Granting succor, solace: things I need.
Golden leaves have much to say,
Dappled by daylight, joyful, calm.
Cheer and peace are mine today;
Nature’s beauty provide the balm.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham