Let's Go Round Again

A rondeau on a summery theme

Across the mead a maiden fair,

Adorned with daisies in her hair,

Strolled through the grass with softest tread,

This season’s flowers about her spread,

As I, transfixed, stood gazing there.

Birds circled round her in the air

While on she walked without a care

Through poppies glowing vibrant red

Across the mead.

Her robes were white, her feet were bare,

Both dazzling in the sun’s bright glare,

I asked her name by interest led,

My name is Summer sir’, she said,

Before she fled, this vision rare,

Across the mead.