Summer Swing

I'm a chair without legs

Just two long iron chains

waiting for the day to end

will you not come outside?

will you not hang with me?

Gaze at the sunset again

I miss you in the winter

when snow covers my body

I miss you in the spring

when the rain showers come

but during the summer

we resume our rocking

back and forth

back and forth

in the warm evening sun

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

THis is cute. Geatly done

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

I smile...for this is true art Alex.....this is so meaingful....thank you for this excellent piece...blessings

[Jonathan Brooks]

Great poem! I like the unique point of view, the changing seasons, and the imagery in general!

[Millionth Muse]

So, so pretty! You've completely nailed the imagery in this one. I can close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle rocking of the swing...wow.

[Saturn's Lover]

Aw, that was a beautiful metaphor, so eloquent.