Inhale And Awake

Summer :D

The rustle of leaves

Sprinkles playful shadows

Amidst the slant and shimmer

Of morning light.

The birds of sunrise

Chirrup their songs of awakening,

Bourne aloft by a susurrus

Undercurrent of billowing breeze.

Branches sway in salutary stretches,

Dappling the lawn beneath them

With the shreds of night-time

They have now shrugged away. 

Summer is here,

At last.

Reviews

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Chirrup their songs of awakening,
Bourne aloft by a susurrus, not really sure what Susurrus means,
But i enjoyed your write.

[FJ Davis]

Summer is the culmination of seasons, the time of full-bloom.
You portray it masterfully, Ben.

[Sel Whiteley]

Wow, you really are able to show the birth of summer so vividly in this poem. I love the alliterative emphasis on the b and s, having it on such soft sounds suggests the heat. I also love your emphasis on sound within the poem, all too often poem focus primarily on vision so one that focuses on any other sense is always a pleasure to read but this had a great musicality and lyrical intensity too.

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautiful and breath-taking. susurrus an excellent word :) i like the repetition of the "s" sounds. And "Sprinkles playful shadows" is inspired. I swear you get better at this each time I read a new work! :) Awesome write Ben :)