Summer's End

July 29, 2008
Sun filters through the leaves
Leaving puddles of light on the grass below
Warm breezes sigh
Insects drone from hidden homes
Birds flit restlessly from tree to tree
The smell of summer’s end
Hangs thick in the air
Leaves dance
Spinning in the wind
Before bowing on feathered grass

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La La Lani! said...
Sept. 7, 2008 at 3:24 am
Your usage of diction in this piece was flawless! You created such a great picture for your audience. You're an artist of words :)
chumsley said...
Sept. 4, 2008 at 9:10 pm
A beautiful poem, I pictured it all as I read it. It makes me look forward to cooler days and wonderful colours, thankyou! You have great expression I hope you continue sharing it with others.
KJ said...
Sept. 3, 2008 at 9:41 pm
John, Excellent Job, It could be January cold and dank> your work would transport me to a warm sunny place with the smell of grass and the sound of birds.
Dragonfly ink said...
Sept. 3, 2008 at 7:30 pm
This poems shows a sensitivity and awareness of the dying days of summer. "Puddles of light" is an unexpected description that allows for a moment's pause.
Patty said...
Aug. 28, 2008 at 7:18 pm
It's very expressive and has beautiful use of colorful words that paint a pictue, or actual scene rather, in the mind. Not too fancy, but by no means plain. Very beautifu job, and please keep writing.
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