You are a sweet, sunny haven
Why must you leave us every year?
Your gentle breath flits across my face lightly, like droplets of water
I feel your dazzling, blinding smile shine down on me
Your spirit cultivates, and plants burst into their full glory
But only when your presence fills the air
In the depths of Winter's realm, I think of you
You, Summer, are hope
When we are drowned in the icy mist, you lift us out
We yearn for you, a bright spot in the gray coldness of Winter's iron-hard fist
We wonder why you must fly away with the birds every year in a red-gold whirlwind
Letting your sister Autumn take your place, while she brings Winter along with her
But we never doubt you; for it is the yearly cycle-a repetitive story
After Winter recedes, you will return, ushering in the morning
YOU ARE READING
Verses from the Soul
PoetryPoetry sings your song. YOU create it. YOU breathe life into it, from the depths of your essence. It is an embodiment of who you are. Poetry is a collection of verses from the soul.
