Season of puffed up clouds and scorched brown grass
Long laziness shuffling across the dried sod
Seeking some spot of shade to fend off the sun
Down in the fields where the shadows of fences run
To the far horizons where the sky rises up from the earth
And begins to grow gray with piercing lightning crackling
Followed by thunder and the cooling down of midday
Raining moist kisses on trees and flowers at play
Floating in from the sea and yielding to the jagged peaks
Of mountains; queen-size droplets falling falling
Soothing parched throats and brightening the pale of the land
Who has not known the passionate heat of your noon
The rejuvenating cool of your early evening breezes
Lovers that seek can find you blowing in from the lochs
Your hair soft-lifted and winnowed like golden wheat
Or dozing by the banks of a clear spiraling stream
Lying in a bed of soft green moss delicately
Lined with poppies protected by a tall spreading oak
Sharing your dreams with every one young or old
Like a mother you cherish your children and keep them unharmed
Or sometimes like a soft-handed gardener kneeling--tending
Your wary eye watches over the seedlings each day
Spare no jealousy when the anointed spring arrives
You cast a hypnotic spell so very well-woven
As the red kimono spun by those little worms feeding,
Stealing dinner from the Asian white mulberry tree
While early morning sunlight blooms the flowers
And bathes the world in lemon-saffron hue
At night your purple cloak does gleam and glitter
Star-shine soothes the bleating lambs below
While beetle-lovers are courting with fiery lights
When you leave, the nightingale bird no longer content
Sings its last song and takes wing to the chilling skies
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Takes me back to days long past
And not so long ago
When I thought they all were mine
Alone, but now I find another
Shared at least some of those
Precious memories and graven
Images of pleasure, warmth and
With the wind my love and I did
Know of all that Summer brought.
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This is beautiful. One can drown in the imagery. I can feel the scorching heat, and feel the damp coolness after the rain. Okay, maybe the damp coolness is coming in my window right now, but it only adds to the feel of the poetry. My favorite line is, "Raining moist kisses on trees and flowers at play." Having just returned from a vacation in Kentucky, I still have visions of the fields covering the rolling hills as far as the eye can take you. And one night I watched a storm roll in, until the large, wet "kisses" on my head drove me inside!
All kidding aside, I relived much of my vacation while reading this. Thanks so much for the smile on my face!
wow my summer has been NOTHING close to that just clouds and rain....other end of the island has been wonderful though :s amazing how an hours car drive can be the oppisite isn't it nature certainly does have its ways and you explained a perfect example of it this is a really wonderful piece don't ask why but it really kind of calmed me down i guess imagining that type of stuff will have that affect could you imgagine watching that from ur window as if it was a slow motion film lol neways kee p up the good works
Emy