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The texture of the season has changed once again
from icy fields and blowing snow
to watching where the robins go
Waking every morning now I hear their song
as they bask in the rays of the golden sun
while flowering of buds has just begun
I hear children in the park as they play their games
and the tune of the ice cream truck
driving around to make a buck
Ah summer time and the warmth is so needed
by the land with before was so depleted
wrapped in a frozen wilderness
and quieted by frost
until summer unleashed a dazzling display
of that golden orbs fireworks over our heads today
I see bodies as if praying to the warmth the sun brings
laid out helter skelter on the beach
while the surfers find wings
it's a season both beguiling and fun
made all the better with that splash of heady sun.
-----------------------The sweltering heat From the valley below
Rising as a shimmering mirage
The evergreens accept what passes through
The rocks below inhale the heat
The cool mountain swirling winds entwine with heat
The birds singing summer’s song
The coolness of their shaded nest among the pines
Enticing them to sing love hymns
A deer, a cougar, drinking from a pure clear lake
A brown trout jumps ; catches fly
Sublime tranquility as the sun kisses the treeline
A summer day on the mountain
Inspired by John Heck's Summer Celebration Contest
Summer waves goodbye, as it tip toes forward.
Autumn shadows the land, without saying a word.
The hues of fall gradually makes its appearance.
The traces of summer breeze by, saluting in reverence.
Autumn light rain covers over the splayed ground.
A gentle wind cradles the leaves falling all around.
Summer passes on by, taking the toil and the heat.
Autumn breathes in coolness, as the summer retreats.
Trees turn over a new leaf, as autumn commands.
The green plush ground fades and changes hands.
Grayish clouds appear and the sun is obscured.
Autumn abounds with mystery and full of allure.
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside.
Summer has gone on her downhill slide.
I'm up before the sun has made herself known
And in a few short hours she seems to have flown.
I miss summer already, though she's barely gone.
Not looking forward to winter where nights are so long.
I'm already counting the days until spring.
Just getting through another winter, now there's the thing.
I don't like the cold, I don't like the dark.
Fall is so fleeting, it's barely a lark.
I can't wait for March when pussywillows arrive.
Yes, I'm counting the days 'til the earth comes alive.
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside
And the summer sun has gone off to hide
Summer Days
Summer days
Hot and sweltering
Below a burning hot ball of gas
No breezes to cool the land
The lakes steam a bleak grey fog
As the air seeks to evaporate the water below
The coolness of the water
The heat of the unending sun
Bake the bodies lying on the dead lake shore
Some merely skeletons
No flesh or muscle
They tell the stories of many summer days
Too many days of infernal heat
Petite young girls and strong young men
Line the shores in an annual ritual
Naked they turn red and brown as their bodies roast
Cooking ever so neatly in the Earth’s oven
They do not feel the heat
They do not see the death which surrounds them
They only see beautiful tan bodies
They see the fun the summer day offers them
God, to be young again and not look around