A Summer Holiday

A woman's love

                    is like the sun

                    on a summer day

 

At dawn

                    she is cool and coy

                    with flirtation

 

At noon

                     passon so intense

                     she blends

                     her song with his

 

At seven

                    her radiance shrinking

                    nearer the horizon

                    only warms the skin

 

At nine

                    as the sky darkens

                    she is but a glow

                    and a hushed memory

                    sleeps with him

Author's Note

comments welcome

Reviews

[Helena]

Interesting and intriguing write Tony. I was trying to read between the lines
and could only guess....but I think this was a very deep write. albeit seeming
simple in context.

I enjoyed this!

~ Helena ~

[ABBY]

im really sorry but this poem has no meaning. iv read your other poems and they are all worth reading....... exept this one. good try though