Summer Symphony

The air, heavy with rain promise,

hums with cicada song;

a mockingbird in mesquite lacery

bids the sun farewell.

 

From steeple top, the church bell chimes

a hymn of thanks for end of day,

and cease of summer's searing heat.

While far away a train whistle

echoes the sound of lonely.

 

Sunset paints the skies

in swirls of copper, rose, and coral.

As the sky darkens to indigo,

thunder begins low, deep rumbles,

louder, louder, crashes harsh.

Wild lightning sparks sky with spangles.

 

Wind quickens, rages;

scattering the tiny confetti of mesquite leaves

on Earth too parched to embrace

the rain beating in torrents tropical.

Reviews

[mir]

Very nice! While reading this, I visualized myself in this momentary peaceful and tranquil place while looking overhead and witnessing mother nature preparing for a downpour of her symphonic musical instruments! Very well-written!

[Miss Coral]

Yay! My name is in it! :P

Great piece- I love the powerful imagery. Really great job.

-Coral-

[Kerry O'Connor]

You have infused your symphony with all the delightful sounds of Nature. I love the cicadas' whine - nothing says 'Summer' in quite the same way.

[raining]

I especially like the last stanza. you can see the "tiny confetti of mesquite leaves" and the sunset does paint the sky in copper rose and coral at certain times. very good descriptive poem.