Summer Delights

For everything that's lovely

is but a 

brief, dreamy,

kind delight.

O, never give the heart outright.

- W.B. Yeats

The flowers blush after
a sweet rain
glistening with dew I see
from my window pane.
Oftentimes I slumber through
the day
by far missing the summer
delights on display
so I carry them inside
fetching the garden to
be a constant reminder
of God's rich hues.