Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Summer Music

Only a memory of summer remains.
Only an open window tells of fair weather.
          (a gamble, after all, that winter’s hope   in solitude

Gods of summer sit in state,
Slow to soothe…
How the tissue flutter
          was not
          now is...
How the red intrudes upon a frozen eye…
Only a leaf- dead birch as reminder
Stark against the new, blue sky.


Presently...a busy air,
          so faint one must force an ear…
Wings awhir,
          skinny legs skittering    foliage alive
          for the first time...
          the very first time.
Suddenly...the noise of spring!
What thinks a toad of all this...
          soft?...
A fish...
          wet?
Does a robin thrill in breast
          with a flourish?
Or...is a fear alive out there
          that in one second’s hesitation...
          forfeit?
Is this the noise of spring?


Dave Austin

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Joe Maverick July 26, 2013 at 1:10 PM A very vivid write from you here Daver.. I appreciate the fervid backdrop and valid questioning of the factors within, the scenes we either ignore or gaze at, absorb or fail to..' really good my friend; I have enjoyed immensely..'

Nette Onclaud July 25, 2013 at 12:40 PM this sings like a summer wind, daver... pretty thoughts collecting all those moments...this fills me up!.:) huggs

James Marshall Goff July 24, 2013 at 12:44 PM Daver....just float-away on this mind-bending beauty! thanks! jim

Andrea Dietrich July 23, 2013 at 12:14 AM daver, is this the one I saw earlier this week? Did you say it was from your early years or a new one? it's a great example of modern free verse.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 20, 2013 at 9:31 AM - Very nice summer poem, Daver ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)