Beyond Summer

Beyond Summer

A Poem by Brandon Gene Petit

 

Patience greeted with summer's end
A welcome change unfolding its hand
The incoming fall veneers its craft
An entity ending a cycle of sleep
 
Cold air leaks in over the hills
As geese give chase to a distant warmth
Leaves awash with a colorful death
Prepare to make their graceful descent
 
Treetops blasted with puzzling hues
Squarely displayed in a dark-watered pond
The flank of an old barn frosted with vines
The frame of an old car sunken in mud
 
Pumpkins color a shady churchyard
Varied in size like legions of kin
Coated figures inhabit the street side
Heads held down against the gales
 
A tarnished statue rooted in stone
Stands in the shade of molting branches
Whirlwinds fraught with nervous leaves
 Scurry about its humble slab
 
An old man sweeps the library steps
A jogger follows a cloud of breath
Children's banter fills an alley
Noon light dims on an empty schoolyard
 
Darkness grows between the trees
Perception marked by lingering fireflies
Purple clouds so gently smeared
Where jet streams scar a tinted sky
 
Stars begin to reveal their light
As homes reply with glowing windows
People ease their way indoors
Burning the logs that spice the air
 
 Schools and banks now black inside
A full moon paints the sparkling street
Details soft under ebony veil
The canvas cleared for a glimpse of winter
 
 
 
 
 

© 2008 Brandon Gene Petit


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The imagery you painted in this piece with precise strokes of phenomenal diction - is breathtaking! My mind's eye was enraptured as the gentle flow whisked me (like a leaf) through this wonderful journey of transition.

~simply beautiful~

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Added on March 9, 2008

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Brandon Gene Petit
Brandon Gene Petit

Port Jervis, NY



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My dreams since I was very young consisted of everything from wanting to make movies to creating video game music, and I always had a habit of not finishing things that I had started. I finally stuck .. more..

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