Summer Green

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I suppose this is a story, of sorts. If you wanted to press the matter, it's a love story. Despite the title, it's not so much about summer...it's about the events that led to it and the dread for it to begin.

The heat lay heavy on the sidewalk squares.
The wind was still in the sun-laden air.
The tarmac baked 'neath the sun's hot glare,
And the green in the trees spoke of summer.


The sky hung blue and hazy and soft.
The heat held rainclouds a far way off.
Mirages were with empty heat embossed,
And the green in the trees sepoke of summer.


The afternoon lazily lingered too long,
And the sun on my skin felt hot and wrong
As memories murmured like a half-forgotten song,
While the green in the trees spoke of summer.


In the grey of last year's autumn, I knew
That there would never be anyone for me save you-
And as winter died my love only grew,
Before the black winter tress thought of summer.


We swore soft vows, veiled by night's gently hand,
And for futures together we idly planned.
But our hourglass too quickly emptied of sand,
When the new greening trees dreamed of summer.


Now goodbyes have been said, and our pathways have parted.
I keep thinking of you, though summer's calender's charted.
Waiting for autumn, when it will all be restarted-
After the green in the trees fades of summer.


Submitted: September 20, 2008

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Ken Simm

A flowing breeze of a poem.

Sun, September 21st, 2008 10:58am

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