~Northern summer

A silent rise of bleaky days,
Glimmer touch of humid gust,
Comes A gentle clasp,
A perfect timid kiss of air,
In the sky above,
cantaloupe and Tiffany making love,
sun deliquescing into the welkin,
Skirling flute distracting my ears,
Puny whirlwind relishing her exemption,
Like a landscape on canvas,
Verdant trees showing off their crowns,
An aura so pleasant,
A petrichor in wintertide,
That I pray to breath-in infinitely,
In this clime of jackfrost,
She spoke in a voice so taciturn,
Plucking every string of my heart,
My soul vanished into her arms,
Lost in her angelic beauty,
I felt alive for the first time ever!