Summer is putting on its
Warm fire of a dress,
Pulling me from the rich deep earth
Where I've been searched in prayer and
Tucked as guest.
All this secret heat revealing
Comes to meet
My songs with dreaming-
I am golds and silvers
Ushered to the furnace,
Brushed with white-winged creatures and
A flaming copper surface.
Trust me to purchase grace
For grace is all ways free-
As long as you look in the mirror and
Love the faces that you see.
Summer is coming softly,
Dressed to bare and bring.
No more space for running-
It's best you bless these sundogs
With all the days you sing.
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