Vivaldi’s Summer

Vivaldi’s Summer

When I listen to Vivaldi’s Summer

My heart soars high up into the skies

Into the immeasurable altitudes there

That draws me closer

To the unspoken truths

 

When I listen to Vivaldi’s Summer

I spring up high towards the summer sun

Towards the heat of summer’s palpitating passion

Stroking excitement and joy

And at every corner

Behind every flower in bloom

The high pitch of love song

Of the birds

And the buzz of warmth

That fills me with color

 

When I listen to Vivaldi’s Summer

I find myself high in the places where words have ceased

Yet my heart is full of knowing

Full of being

Like a symphony

Reviews

[Clockwork]

The ecstasy of everything resides in this poem, and the way you bring Vivaldi's summer into your summer. I admire how you give those summers to your readers. I could feel the warmth of the sun, the bliss of being alive in your poem.

I love these lines:
I find myself high in the places where words have ceased
Yet my heart is full of knowing

[AnnaLeQuinn]

Loved the words you used and how you made me feel so summery and happy! Thank you for sharing! - Anna

[Maryam Mottahedeh]

Thank you:)