Sleeping with summer

The tired shimmer of summer has set beneath beds of spring,

The beds in which your lips fled, seeking to join her rest,

Snoring next to the beauty of blossoms,

Laugh longing for the hibernating hatch of newborn birds.

 

You fled there upon the first leaf of autumn,

When the tint of change painted the tip of it’s stalk gold,

longing to see green forever freckling nature’s face,

To never see the nakedness of bare branches.

 

Your skin cringed at the ice of August

As the wild wind desired to caress you,

Fearing the smothering blanket of shadow,

Veins pumping with the ponder of an early sleeping sun.

 

Now you sleep where summer dreams,

And in the moment when your lids burst with wake,

You seek her dormant streams, the exhausted flutters

Of flowers dancing in meadows,

Only to find the setting drunk with slumber,

Her wonders static with desired break,

And you soon begin to realize she wishes

For the absence of your disruptive presence

As it shades the florescent peace of pause.

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Such a vision! I smiled when I read the lines
"And you soon begin to realize she wishes
For the absence of your disruptive presence".
These lines made clear that the coming of winter is like a peaceful rest, but I am with you, still searching for the remains of summer.