a.

A brassy shimmer,
burnt earth quivers at the blows.
Summer beats its gong.

b.

Whirlwind and thunder
incarnate in sweating flesh,
galloping horses.

c.

Gold , silver crystal
bell notes resonantly throng
all Sunday morning.

d.

Shining silver fans
wafting heat from noonday parks,
fountains softly play.

e.

Sunlight on your hair
blends , in a blaze of beauty,
honey , amber , gold.