Summer's Child

Summer's Child

The morning air seems too thick for one to enjoy,

It sticks and clings to weathered sweaters

And refuses to let go like a small child.

The sun beats down heavily upon squinched eyelids,

And casts their shadows to follow shortly after.

And, yet, here we are daring to step out into the sun,

Knowing well aware that it will act like a small child,

And cause our eyes to stay only half open.

~KB (AKA PoetryPenguin)

Author's Note

What do you guys think?

Reviews

[crowcapital]

I really love the mood and the feel of this poem. Oh, I miss the "old" summer days. Nice work.

[SleepiePenguin]

Thank you for reviewing this poem, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Inda]

i love this one!
feels like summer, has a calming tone.
Feels like a moment on summer day. Well done!

[SleepiePenguin]

Thank you for reviewing and giving me your opinion!