By Summers End

At the end of summer

there will be heat,

sweet eternal waves

we are moving on 

to quiet lakes

Baby needs new taillights

after spending hours 

riding

back and forth on my mind

daylight whimpers into arid winds

a whimsical world full of magic and mayhem

where night is a navy-blue umbrella 

sugar sprinkled with stars

soaking in a tall cool drink

birthed into happiness

where semantics follow me wherever I go

I would like to hear it

do what we do

take the pressure right out of that 

dive bomb

ripping the throat out of 

passive-aggressive

'til there is a knock 

or a knot 

at my door

announcing itself

as the end of Summer. 

Reviews

[willweb]

There will always be heat and often it comes from nature and often it is just something natural that happens, sometimes when we least expect it but what a feeling. 100 degree days in early October and the heart beating the heat as the tingles find flesh and the entire world seems happy...until it is over of course. : )

[Corset]

of course. XD Thanks you!

[Ken e Bujold]

ah yes the passion of summer romance, seems so long ago for me, but through the mists of time I still can taste the sweetest scent of how it was. Beautifully rendered poem Corset, each line leading into the next with purpose building all the way to the climax (oops my whimsy ways again) of "til there is a knock/or a knot (which I read as a clever double metaphor)

[Corset]

For me as well friend, thank you very much for your fine words of encouragement.