Poems

Sounds of Summer

Flip, flop
Sandals on the floor.

Splash, splosh
People in the lake.

If each day’s ending could be like this
I’d stay outside forever, Lord.

To feel the air against my skin,
Sublimely perfect in its warmth.

To watch the floating dandelion orb
Bounce carefree across the grass.

I sit and watch the river rush hastily between its banks,
propelled by a northwest wind.

Standing watch nearby the tall, thin pines sway erratically,
like a bouquet of peacock feathers,
while above the sun shines down its light,
barely warming winter’s bite.

I stood on my stoop And raised my eyes. Startled, I stared at the sun As it peeked over the rooftop, Igniting sparkles of light on the new fallen snow. Slowly I moved my gaze around. What was different? What had changed? The landscape, Once so vibrantly colorful, Was now hidden away Under winter’s glistening…

The afternoon’s warmth Was blown away By a western wind Swooping in, Causing me to shiver. God got out His palette To daub a rainy gray Upon the clouds That populated the sky. Rays of sun valiantly poked Past the growing clouds, Streaming their light through the Newly emerging leaves; Turning them a pale, Diaphanous…

Magpies swoop into the yard, Their avian tuxedos A flashy sign autumn is near. Days later rain comes, Chilling the air. Winds blow through, Ushering in the next season And loosing blankets of pine needles To the ground. The sun now regularly shares the sky With moisture laden clouds, Puffs of gray and white cotton…