I.
Summer is my time to shine
High in the sky, I reach my zenith with pride.
I glow my best in these middle months,
Sending heat waves to shimmer over black asphalt,
Decorating the Earth with my special brand of glitter.
II.
A summer squall!
All those pretty little rain clouds come to frolic,
Dripping with diamond raindrops.
When I’m at my hottest, we make the sweetest music together.
Flash!
…BOOM!
No one does it like my rain clouds and I.
They shun poor Luna.
Even when they cover me up like they do her, I still
Flash! through, then BOOM!
You can’t hide me in summer.
III.
My star-crossed lover.
How can I not adore the being who
Glows each night from my rays?
Never has there been a greater beauty,
Cloaked in her glass and grey,
Shining with my Earthly love when I
Sleep beneath the horizon.
Luna cools my heat like no other can.
In summer, we reach a perfect medium together,
Hot and Cold,
Light and Dark,
Love and Life in Earthly harmony.
IV.
I love my colors most in summer.
My time is longer, shining through
Bright green leaves longer.
Everything I touch is mine!
Light on dusty gravel roads,
Grass, scorched or thriving under my
Touch.
Window panes, heated to the touch of
Sensitive human fingers.
And then, when I set!
Oh, I paint the sky in the greatest masterpiece!
Every spectrum of the rainbow is in my brush!
The blistering reds, the scorching yellows, the burnt orange,
And even the blues and purples and violets of the
Night sky that becomes
Mine in that instant.
V.
I am the giver of Life.
Under me, all Life was created.
In spring, this life blooms.
But in summer, it
Thrives.
Author notes
If you can't guess the POV of this poem, then you're just not paying attention. 
A different perspective of summer, in five parts. Don't hold back those critical reviews!
A contest entry
- Colour the page with the seasons. by TransientByNature.
550 points, ended August 16, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Sorry!
But I don't have any critical words for this poem. Would you call this style of poem prose or free verse? I have trouble distinguishing between the two; in either case your prose is excellent. I understand that the POV is of the sun, but the POV is really of the sun from a human perspective! The sun pretty much remains constant - a ball of freakish hot mass, rearranging atoms and energies that obliterate - and the Earth and 7 other planets and some other junk buzz around her head like a gnat! This poem is from an earthly perspective, appreciative of the sun and all it does for us. I wonder if the fiery summers of Mercury or the freezing ones of Pluto are as highly appreciated? (just a thought!)
Very nice poem. -
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Free verse, definitely. As prose-like as much of my poetry may seem, I always have a good sense of rhythm to it. And yes, I took personification to the extreme. If the sun were human, yet still what it was, this is how I think it would be.
And a series of poems of the Sun's perspective on other planets sounds like a great idea. I thought I would just focus on the Earth right now. It just rings so close to home. ^^ Thank you for your highly useful review, it is much appreciated!
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