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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Summer

SUMMER

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 1985



Summer.

The days are ablaze with life;

heat shimmering off the sidewalks,

slithering up the outside walls

of the buildings,

giving people a funny, wavy look from

the distance,

as though they dance

while,

really,

they walk.

Children,

out of school,

screeching

happily

through the streets,

down the sidewalks,

careening around the corners,

playing tag,

hide-and-seek,

red rover.

Shouts –

"I'll get Johnny;

meet us for baseball"

fill the air.

Mothers and fathers

taking children

to the zoo,

the park,

wherever,

while the other parent works,

studies,

is otherwise disengaged,

or, maybe, just not there.

Evenings come later, this time of year,

giving rise to more time

for outdoor play,

cookouts,

lazing around.

No hurry to do things before

turning on the lights.

Life is a carnival,

a blast,

easier to move

(no heavy clothes

to weigh one down).

As evening arrives,

people wander home;

maybe a late dinner,

or,

dinner over,

sit outside

in the grass,

on the porch,

wherever,

talking out plans,

futures,

loves,

what-have-you.

Dreams

simply have to drift

from consciousness

into sleep,

as crickets serenade one to sleep,

and stars cover the land

as a giant blanket.

Summer,

everyone can be a child.



Most of us have a favorite season, and each season seems to have its own feel, little nuances that make it different from the other seasons.

This is from my collection titled Love, Feelings and the Seasons of Life, which is looking for a publisher.

2 comments:

  1. I like how you capture the feelings of youth and rejuvenation often associated with summer in both your familiar and light imagery as well as the whimsical and light form through which you express it. Lovely poem!

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