The feeling of a warm summer’s day
It feels so nostalgic
The birds chirp and sing
The deer’s are prancing
The foxes are dancing among the trees
She stands there, hidden between the big oak trees
Her sun dress flowing
She reaches her hands towards the sky
She tries to grasp what her spirit can’t
Can’t you hear them?
All around, they can be found
Don’t you see them?
A cold shiver runs through her spine
This feeling so familiar
So nostalgic
How did this end up to be?
The humming of cicadas
Far from her
Hidden in the trees
Fills the void of being lonely
Looking left
Looking right
They surround her
The feeling of a warm summer’s day
So nostalgic
So torn
She reaches her hand out again
Hoping
Wishing
She could be free again
They would set her
Always o.k.
welcome to post poems.
Summer's Song
Spring threatens to take charge
winter protests at the two
minute warning.
.
Smug summer is nostalgia
on the timeline alias
inevitability. Approach
Jazzy June. Sunlight
turns into green recollections
of before spring, before autumn,
before snowfall.
Stella L. Crews
02-21-16
734a
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Awww
Thank you and that poem is awesome :)
I am guessing that is your poetry? :)
Matthew 7:14
The Narrow Gate