summer-smitten

 

oddly enough summer is gone

a wilted violet or a weary rose

that is summer now

an invitation that was found curled

in the ashes of a cold fire

in a quiet russet wood

where once earth was mad and foolish

and summer went to her head.

now:             autumn

and the world has a hangover.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I'm summer smitten and your poetry smitten...:)

[annie lee]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Frieda P]

How utterly divine, you gave the seasons spiffy personalities, love it annie lee!

[annie lee]

Thank you, Frieda.

[Pryde Foltz]

I must pick a bone with you. Maybe I know how to pace myself but I say party-on until New Years Eve. Party on!!!! Another wonderful piece.

[annie lee]

Thank you, Pryde.

[Rita L. Sev]

Wonderful personification here. Summer does seem like a time of overindulgence of nature. We need the change of pace in autumn to keep balance... I enjoyed the imagery in this piece.