Warm midsummer nights,
Where the air is thick,
and the only noise comes from gentle bursts of rainfall,
Dispersed across the hours to come,
Before the rise of the sun;
Dampening the grass,
With the morning's dew,
Filling the heavy air with
It's light, moist tones,
Only for the sleepless few to enjoy.
Street lamps cast out beacons of soft light,
To offer short reprieve and shelter from the dark,
Whilst trees and bushes wave at the Lost travelers;
As they both sway and stumble
Under the light breeze.
Cold winter days follow,
Bringing promises of darkness,
Whilst also ushering in whispers
Of warm fires contained in the hearth,
And fragile diamond clusters,
Falling from the sky with silent stealth,
Carried on the back of the chilled winds,
Which assail the unflappable wooden shutters,
Valiantly defending the glass behind,
Keeping those freezing crystals
From the warmth of the hearth,
Awaiting the return of those Midsummer's nights.
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Every Trick In The Book
PoetryThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
