Summer's heat clinging to me
In the greenhouse,
Muggy air forming dewdrops on my skin.
Stone steps down to the pond,
Fish swimming merrily,
Water trickling down a fountain,
A light breeze stirs the uneventful day.
Birds chirp in the plum trees,
Flitting about in cheer.
Slipping through my fingers,
August comes and goes,
When the real summer has just begun,
It's gone.
A contest entry
- Paint A Picture - ends later tonight by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended August 19, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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What a very great image your poem painted in my head. And yes, summer goes too fast. What is meant to be a break is more like a weekend. The months speed past and before you know it... it is gone. Great work!
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"Summer's heat clinging to me
In the greenhouse,
Muggy air forming dewdrops on my skin.
Stone steps down to the pond,"
Great imagery, a lot to take in here, thank you for this entry
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