A Summer Memory
A flickering glint from the sunlit leaves, And a whispering sound as the boughs breathe— A clear cadence drawn through each gentle way, A balm of remembrance for each sunlit day.
Where the liquid light spills over the sward, Each breath of green a welcome accord, A silent ballad from earth’s dying note— The summer’s pulse in each tender coat.
Sweet memory fills the young brow anew, Awash with love, and a world that’s true, In a simple caress of the summer sun— These lingering moments, they live as one.
- Thomas Wentworth Higginson