Tilting Summer In

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T:Tilting Summer In
C:© 2015 Sarah Gowan 
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W:And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning,
W:with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would
W:stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass,
W:the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies
W:breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue.
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W:Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course,
W:the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising
W:glass to lip and tilting summer in."
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W:-- Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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