I sit in the twilight
of a rainy dawn
observing how green
everything still is.
Fat oak leaves
slapping the wind,
blades of grass
like bird beaks
open to the drops
of water from the sky,
weeds growing
like babies.
No cold temperatures
have eroded their vibrancy
yet. The heart of summer
beats strong.
14 comments:
This is lovely.
I especially liked....
Fat oak leaves
slapping the wind,
blades of grass
like bird beaks
open to the drops
of water from the sky,
I really enjoyed reading this. :-)
I like to think of the heart of summer beating strong even after Autumn has arrived.
Beautiful! I love the beauty you captured in this poem from the lingering of Summers heart beat from the Fall coming in.
Blessings
lovely luscious lines :)
Since September has arrived we have a fresh chill in the air now. I hope we have a long autumn.
Lovely prose.
Delicious lines!
hitching a ride in rusted trails
Lovely words!
truly beautiful i could picture this all.
'Fat Oak Leaves' was a great description...I
imagine the sound as well as how they look..ungainly in the road..I am glad summer is holding on..if not outside..inside..Jae
You have painted a lovely picture... great pieve, Linda!
Lovely job of painting a picture with words.
I can remember many many years ago being discouraged from using similes but to use metaphors instead. You have got a very effective mix here.
Good one..
Sums up the weather we've all been experiencing. Nicely done.
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