Summer Where I Live(Revised 7/10)

Mornings long, cool, but too bright.
Hinting at the sun that rises hot,
So hot, that soon we bow our heads beneath it,
And squint our eyes.

Afternoons fade the roses;
Bleach the grassy hillsides white.
The sturdiest sunflower bows its head as well,
To our daily, blasting orb.

Skin instantly feels the burn
Of our parched, advancing heat.
Insects hiss in the windy trees,
While we seek shade and shelter.

We dream of the sun's slant toward Autumn:
A far, rippling mirage.

We await clean, breezy darkness,
When we shed our weariness and our roofs,
And gather on our porches.
Where we speak in fresh, clear voices,
While children play in the street,
Like a second chance at morning,
And forget our inferno,
Until tomorrow.



Comments:
 
Arif   Arif wrote
on 8/31/2009 4:19:23 PM
again... very neat description of summer days .excellent narration [:)]

Rinskinski   Rinskinski wrote
on 8/10/2009 5:00:33 AM
This is beautiful. You have a very emotive style of writing. I can really feel the warmth in your words.

Michele
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writing Michele
"...a poem a day, keeps the shrink away!"

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This season doesn't lend itself to rhyme, at least not here!
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