In two brief images, Ronald H. Bayes pairs a spring morning with a summer night. First, fog lifts evenly, and the speaker turns to someone—perhaps a person, perhaps the landscape itself—and sees loveliness again, comparing it to “a fresh / hill lady,” a phrase that suggests a natural, unpretentious kind of beauty. Then, on a summer night, the speaker hears high mountains across a lake while fireworks go off. The tone stays hushed and grateful: the mountains’ presence feels almost like a voice, and the speaker answers with “How welcome!”
The overall mood is intimate and quiet, even when fireworks appear. There is no grand declaration, only a glad noticing: the clearing air reveals something beloved, and the distant mountains feel like familiar company. It reads like a small thank-you for ordinary seasonal pleasures.