Parasols and Umbrellas

Sol’s long arms pull

and all cry for her blessing.

So every green blade dances to the lull

of the mystical tune of a Pied Piper’s singing.

Alas, the frail garden petals dissolved;

They all are jaundiced from summer’s curse.

But in blows the rain with a roll, and he said

“Foolish flowers, enjoy the springtime, for it races like a horse.