The Waning Days Of Summer

The Waning Days Of Summer

A Poem by Michael
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Thinking about the changing season.

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The waning days of summer,
are a magic time for me.
Like the beats of some drummer,
cadence-marked for all to see.

It's more than just the dawning,
as the summer goes to fall.
It's more a season's spawning,
I feel in the mornings' call.

When gray gives way to redness,
and daylight takes the sky,
its beauty leaves me breathless,
I enjoy this Godly high.

For God does paint the cirrus,
with pigments and then with hue
a season soon to leave us
told with color and with dew.

For now enjoy these mornings
as their end comes too fast,
and fall then gives warnings,
of the cold of winter's blast.

© 2011 Michael


Author's Note

Michael
Really want feedback on if I need to add a stanza or two or is it complete now.

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Just beautiful! I agree your imagery was magnificent. I love season poems and this one was awesome...

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is spot on - definitely finished. Completely agree with the previous reviewer! The description of hue and color is magnificent as is the cadence. Well done! A favorite!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Eve
Beautiful, and personally I think it's finished. I think the healthy five stanzas you have, are ample for expressing your love for this season. I think "the cold of winters blast" ends it just as it truly as it ends the fall.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Tags: Seasons, Summer, Fall

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Michael
Michael

Beaufort, SC



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Winner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..

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