Green Summer

Summer flies by and the soft voices cry for a mist of cool and a clear blue sky

White clouds drift and within their mist is a safe, still place like a solitary kiss

With the new day's birth on this age old earth, all the lost loves wail and the sad ones curse

Will they cry no more, will they lie still for, just a blue sky dawn or a sun drenched floor?

Brave the headlong sprawl, break the helpless fall, in our drifting haze, do we feel at all?

For our summer goes and the still voice knows it will reign again when the soft wind blows.

 

Reviews

[Emma Keynes]

Simple but really beautiful. I really liked the rhyming; it wasn't overt and made it more powerful.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I really enjoy your writing Carey. Thanks

[Angel Baby]

Simply beautiful, a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing. P.W.