Summer Returns

The sun with golden sandals walks

Across the fields, while Hollyhocks

Hold high bright tapers of glad June.

At night a silver yacht, the moon,

Sails on the lake. My love and I

Stroll on its shores while killdeer cry,

And on the willow harps, a prayer

Is strummed by night winds passing there.

Montana Poetry Quarterly

Hon. Men. in Anonyme Contest