Memories of Summer

shooting stars and sands of time...

Summer romances are like shooting stars... 

a spectacular moment of light when 

the tide goes out and holds you tight... 

with the sands of time nipping at your toes 

Memories of closeness and promises made... 

only to be broken as the sunset fades 

Embraces of tenderness and shadows of smiles... 

will linger through the crispness of autumn 

and even when snowflakes cover the sand... 

and seagulls haunt the snowcapped waves  

Melodies of Vienna waltzes and violin strings... 

will keep me within the ambiance of your love 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

pretty tough to dance and be sad at the same time ... a graceful poem all the way through ..especially enjoyed the pulling of the tide on me toes in the sand ...clear memories of such things spring up ..i remember the where the when and the ocean, gulls and twilight ... just no one to dance with ;(
but that was ok...i gave myself over to the moon and stars ... and that wonderful floating sea gull ...and their cries punctuating the distance :) so glad to read this one this moening my friend ..you gave me a precious experience
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... the ultimate compliment... an older poem discovered by a poet with discerning pleasure for romance by the sea. I adore your enthusiasm for the tide and all the feelings we share. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

Your poem brings to mind my habitual melancholy, come autumn. Having grown up by a recreational lake, there was an influx of young people every summer to work the summer jobs, always with the predictable summer romances as you describe with such flowing fluency! You totally nail it, how the briefness of summer changes these encounters to be more intense, even tho we hope it will last beyond summer, in our hearts we know the intensity will fade. Your second stanza, even tho you try to celebrate coming seasons, holding onto summer love, I sense a bit of fading too. But it doesn't turn into a wretched melancholy, only a pining & a longing for those missed times (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[aLittlePain]

Gosh that's rather breath taking! Beautiful imagery and a melodic softness in your words. Lovely. Rach x

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Rach... never too late to say thank you for your melancholy review etched in gold... very charming and touched my heart. truly, Pat

[Jade]

very beautiful write here.

[Ruth]

Pat, this is truly sublime, that summer love in the veins is hard to shift and when the moment comes to move forward, the sunset seems to lose its colour...sigh...this is a beautiful poem :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Poppy... I appreciate your review of
Memories of Summer. I am looking forward to
read moredear Poppy... I appreciate your review of
Memories of Summer. I am looking forward to
Indian Summer with gold and crimson leaves
and sunlight beams. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

I am looking forward to Indian Summer with gold
and crimson leaves and sunlight beams...

[Ruth]

Ah, beautiful :) My pleasure Pat :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Melodies of Vienna waltzes and violin strings...
will keep me within the ambiance of your love

There is such splendour offered when immersed in your words:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... the splendour of the sea creates a
rapture of love beyond the mysteries and longings...
I appreciate your comment. truly, Pat

[TL Boehm]

this is lovely and bittersweet. It shimmers, atmospheric and soft.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear TL... a summer romance is as soft as
a moonbeam resting in your heart where lullabies and
tenderness caress your dreams. Thank you for reading
my poem... truly, Pat

[1VJ]

You had me at the first line, and the last two were such a charmed finish. Love the snowflakes covering sand. It's a bit bittersweet and perfectly delectable.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Paloma... happy that I brought a bit of
charm to you as romance lingered on the sea...
truly, Pat

[1VJ]

Even your responses are poetic. My pleasure Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome... Have a wonderful day...
truly, Pat

[Gee]

Got no clever comments, loved this Patricia, lots.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gee, I am honored that you enjoyed my poem,
Memories of Summer... May the seasons find you
blessed with the beauty of changing moods and
seasons. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this moved me much...reminds me so much of a certain person in my life...we were so young..winter came too soon...but we weren't really ready to hold on to that summer...

looking back...maybe we should have dressed better for autumn...we might have had many seasons together.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob.... your cup runneth over, as
the seasons come and go... so do our
memories paint a sunsets glow upon a
twinkling star. truly, Pat