It’s nearly August
and summer has arrived,
hot and humid
after a wet, cold Spring.
Though perspiration
drips from the brow
like a trickling stream,
no grumbling permeates
the air, no heavy sighs.
Soon the autumn mist
will fill the valley.
Trees the color of jewels
will welcome September rains.
Bone chilling dampness
will fill the air
and there will be a yearning
for fleeting sultry summer days.
Laura Crumm 2012
and summer has arrived,
hot and humid
after a wet, cold Spring.
Though perspiration
drips from the brow
like a trickling stream,
no grumbling permeates
the air, no heavy sighs.
Soon the autumn mist
will fill the valley.
Trees the color of jewels
will welcome September rains.
Bone chilling dampness
will fill the air
and there will be a yearning
for fleeting sultry summer days.
Laura Crumm 2012
Ah...you added your name and date. Good idea! I wondered if this was a new poem or an older one. Either way, it sure made me ready for a nice Autumn day filled with cooler temps and colorful leaves. Nice imagery!
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