As summer emerges
from spring in Georgia,
the sky’s a Blue
Hallelujah.
The laughing leaves
in the nosebleed seats
enjoy the very
best view.
The wind who once whispered
now shouts like a drunk.
Though an amicable one,
it’s true.
The robins hop
through the lush green grace
under this Hallelujah
Blue.
By Herndon | MUSIC 