Summer Day

Though the sun is in the sky,
it dosen't warm these eyes.
Life hold too many surprises
on a winter's summer day.

This day is very warm.
Inside it's very cold.
Suddenly, I feel so old,
on a winter's summer day.

I sit in a field of green.
A blot on dreary grey.
I wish it would fade away
on a winter's summer day.

Deal me another hand
that I will understand.
Suddenly, I'm less a man
on a winter's summer day.

Many years have gone by
in the passage of this week.
I'm too young to be old
on a winter's summer day.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Simple flow, actually, it could be said with a haunting rhythm behind it. Your words provide their own music, something I always look for in a writer. This was really an enjoyable poem, I loved the imagery to it, and if I looked deeper, I probably would have found another meaning to it.
Keep it up!

[Layla Anne Massaro]

Simple flow but an extravagant write.

[Thea]

"This day is very warm.
Inside it's very cold."
I really like these lines...The last stanza is very powerful...
Well done!
:)))

[Seshat Nidaba]

Isn't contrast the beauty of seasons, the revelation of true joy?

Well spoken, though there is a sense of grief packed between the yin and yang of it all.

[bookworm]

I've never heard this voice from you before. I especially enjoy just the raw human-ness of this piece. You're just full of surprises. :)