Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago
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Summer Came Softly

I was a zealous environmental scientist, preserving green on our blue planet;
To benefit all animals, plants and people, under sunset skies of pomegranate.

I strived hard to reverse pollution, found in vast seas and in azure, balmy air,
Like waves reversing course, when they did not appear to be going anywhere.

My hourly goal was to help conserve nature, and I was dedicated to that task,
Like nature ever strewing flowers at our feet, although none ever dare to ask!

Fugitive, fuzzy clouds floated far, and favorite friends fluttered by once again,
Like yesterday bestows its nudge of memory, as indication it will ever remain.

The fancy fabric of flamboyant life, fun family filled empty hours with flourish,
Like the small houses created of honey, with sweet surety that it will nourish.

I lived in the house of rich green, where huge panes turned things inside out,
Like cruel winter exploding into spring, along mellow sunshine's ancient route.

Segmented days were saturated with such colors, like moonlight in wavy hair,
In a season of scarlet bleeding hearts, and guarantees of romance in pure air.

Neighbors shared negative or positive views, like nuanced hues of new night,
When shadows near hours of full revelry, embossed with stars, glittered white.

Sassy summer peered in every doorway, with the persistence of an old friend,
Like reunions of laughter and gaiety, when families on flowery parks descend.

Invigorating freshness was in breezes, and speckled woodpecker was pecking,
In the time of purple, striped blossoms, in a golden reign of the warmth king.

When walking near the seashore one day, in pink mists, I felt somewhat blue,
Like sapphire skies just after stormy weather, developing a new point of view.

It began to grow perceptibly warmer, and the beautiful mist began vanishing;
And on the horizon, a huge figure emerged, wrapt in sunshine and paralyzing!

It was amber summer itself I thought I saw, in the form of a giant, sultry lady,
More beautiful than the stars at midnight, and wearing in her hair, a red daisy.

Like a marshmallow, nomadic cloud, she drifted towards the southeast shore,
And her stunning, radiant gown sparkled, as though rare diamonds she wore.

She looked my way and smiled before disappearing, into the last of pink mist,
Like the beautiful pause of a rainbow, vanishing once sunny skies are kissed.

My blue mood could no longer linger, and I broke out in dazzling, pearl smiles,
Of a kind that lasts an entire lifetime, like memory pursuing for endless miles!
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