Summer

What do you desire more?
(The tubby little cherub asked, flitting about)  
The summer sweet cherries ablaze calling out from the tree?  
Or the bee’s nectar,  glistening!  
The damsel, vivacious! fragrant! in a loose knit non clinging flowing purple dress?  
Or the fresh meringue weeping, on top of the cream?  
“Hmmm, - well, the damsel I suppose; - she seems to house the other three! ”