Summer's Call

Spring come harken to the summer's call,
That passes by on a whispered breeze,
Exhaling warmth like a shallow breath,
On the ebb and flow of calming seas.

In hushed tones that glow, it calls for spring,
In lullabies of breaths for it to rest,
And to sleep away the quiet days,
Entrusting summer at its behest.

A season ends as it always does,
But spring does languish for a while,
Though it sleeps at last, content with warmth,
And disappears on summer's smile.

Now singing songs of spring must end,
Like a fading voice just out of reach,
And listen instead, for summer's call,
That beckons forth with quiet speech.