The Idle Days Of Summer

 

Of recent, I have lost my way

In Summer’s long and idle day,

Which lingers to its own delight,

Content to keep the hours bright.

 

For Time itself has taken leave,

And left the weather to deceive

That I but spend a moment here,

Slowing moments to a year.

 

Thus lounging I, upon the grass,

Wait graciously for time to pass,

Observing all of nature swoon

In loving joy at endless noon.

 

A fautless sky and tuneful breeze
Combine to put one's heart at ease,
And beating slow, I sleep awake
Entranced by spells that Summers make.

 

And yet from out this cheerful doze,

Some unknown niggling worry throws

A darkened shade upon my brow;

Where had I been before just now?

 

Was I not sitting just as this?

The hours, days and weeks in bliss,

Free of need, without a care,

Lost in a moment, unaware.

 

Slow cooking under golden sun

Has left my mind a faded one,

And though absurd, indeed I fear,

It seems I’ve always lingered here.

 

An idle force, a wantless being,

I am but part of Summer’s dream.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

It has really nice flow and the rhymes sound naturally. I like its light and soothing tone. You have a good choice in words.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Radioactive]

I really like the flow and the pace, it kind of brings to mind al of the things that you describe. It really reminds me a lot about summer.

'Slow cooking under golden sun
Has left my mind a faded one,
And though absurd, indeed I fear,
It seems I’ve always lingered here.'

[NCPanthersgurl]

This is really good =] The flow, the theme. Nice job.

wonderful form and use of words.

light and enjoyable read.

It is a summer poem after all, and a wonderful read.

[Collette]

This is quite the whimsical piece. Vaguely reminded me of Rip Van Winkle. I'm usually not a fan of rigid rhyme schemes, but you did an excellent job stringing everything together. Really, the flow adds to the poem in ways I don't think a free-verse would have stretched. The concept itself was intriguing also. Clearly, you have the talent, and there is honestly nothing I would change about this piece. It's wonderful as it. My favorite lines:
Slow cooking under golden sun
Has left my mind a faded one,
And though absurd, indeed I fear,
It seems I've always lingered here.

There is something about them that I can't help but connect with. Thanks for sharing!