Summer fling

In the bright light of Summer, there’s just me and you

Adrift in the love of each other’s embrace,

Stretching the fabric of time and space;

Together, there seems nothing we can’t do,

With our love, there’s nothing we can’t make it through,

For God’s zeal - for our union - is palpable across his face

As he gazes down with benevolent delight at our embrace,

And in our love, I have no doubt that “soul-mates” are true.

 

But like Summer starts to wane

This was just a Summer fling;

The warmth starts to recede,

And now comes the pain

As the cold starts to precede,

And I spiral down to earth with only one wing. 

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Ross,
I immensely enjoyed your poem of a romantic interlude by two passion-filled beings on a summer's fling, reminiscent of youths in a summer camp; perhaps, two teachers spending a summer vacation together, etc.
Whomever they may be, you've brought to life the joys and sorrows of summertime romances and what becomes of them when it's time to part for home and each on into their life. Yes, how painful the parting surely must be, and I thoroughly enjoyed your wonderfully rendered rendition of this oft experienced situation … simply excellent work!
On the techy side: I've messaged you some information you will need when composing your next Sonnet, whether it is Petrarchan, Shakespearean, or Spenserian. : )

Thank you so very much, My Very Fine Friend, for sharing more of your exemplary skills! ⁓ Richard

[R.M.C]

Thank you; what wonderful praise indeed (though was it meant for another... ahem... 'John' lol) and thank you more so for the information you've supplied me. I'm really please that you grasped the message so effortlessly and I'm relived my meanings were made apparent.

[Richard🖌]

It was my pleasure, John; er, Ross … LOL!

[nocool]

and a great job you did...

[R.M.C]

Thank you.

[Dave]

I'm sorry I'm not adept with all the literary jargon and the particular rules, if there are any, for poetry. I do, however, know what I like. I also feel I have an inkling on how to express myself to others.

The brightness of your poems' beginning, the hope and joy that seems so manifest rings so true in my mind. So unfortunately does my understanding of the rapid descent felt with the discovery it was all a summer fling.

[R.M.C]

Thank you for such kind words; if my words are being understood and felt, then I'm happy.