Summer

I don't really need to describe anything about this one.

Summer

Summer, when water parts with earth

and trickling streams spit at dry banks.

Summer, when heat lingers in still air

and nothing stirs on an open field.

Summer, when quiet hours turn to quiet days

and we wait with bated breath

for something, anything to happen.

I glance out my bedroom window

and see a light cloud forming high above.

Reviews

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

This is brilliantly written. So much like how my summers been. I like the last line, how it is sorta sugestive instead of just saying it. I also like how you captured so much in so few lines.

[~LadyWolf~]

Awesome job Brent! Very well written :)

[Alm]

Are the last lines an ending to the summer? I love how summer is described as quiet and poignant--instead of a trashy, "fun" thing we have all associated with summer. The imagery is quite clear and it brings in a new light to view.

-Alm :)

[Brent]

I guess you could interpret it that way, yeah. :P

I meant that line to just suggest rain, however, or change. It is meant to be a remedy, or a life-giver, to the hot and arid "summer".

Thanks for your comment. c:

[Alm]

You're welcome :) I guess the fun in poetry is that there are so many ways to interpret.

[Alm]

But I like looking at it that way too, rain is life :D

[Pritesh]

Intersting and wonderful piece of writing!amazingly writien poem!keep writing!:-D

[The Watcher]

I can picture it all clearly. This is an interesting and well written poem. Kudos