The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

A Gathering of Summer

A Gathering of Summer

When the sky became clear and blue,

And the winter air had a way flew,

The sun’s light bathed the fields

And that was where the summer folk kneeled.

A woman with gold and crimson hair,

Weaved together flowers with care.

Another had blossoms in her dark hair braid,

And the essence of a captured summer it made.

The maidens plucked daises to thread through the locks,

Of a dark haired boy and the rest of his flock.

They linked together flowers of ivory and gold,

To place on the head of the king we’re told.

A boy sat with them all,

Tending to a guitar’s every call.

His music and the happy laughter meshed,

Around those gathered in this friendly nest.

A member of the group decided that,

While in this glass clearing he sat,

Blossoming flowers and their base,

He, of course, should taste.

Some in the shadow of a tree lay,

While the more energetic would play.

With closed eyes lazily enjoying the time,

That they had now the weather was fine.

But when the cold began to surround,

And the sky was darker found,

They gathered their things and gradually dispersed,

Until they would write tomorrow’s verse.