The Door Into Summer

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Updated 06/07/2023
Created 06/27/2015
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No gaudy autumn greeted me,
My winter was not cold.
The planet spun reluctantly,
So bland, disheartened, old.

Perhaps the galaxies aligned,
Or maybe just because...
A helpful zephyr teased my mind,
I woke, and there she was.

She brought what spring had promised, though
It wasn't in the air,
And paints my days, like long ago,
With glowing solar flair.

It shines profusely down once more,
A flood of joyful sin,
Together we unlatch the door
And summer tumbles in.

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HoneyAdoredHoneyAdoredalmost 9 years ago
I felt myself...

...been swept along in the air and tumbling through your summer door.

I did enjoyed your poem :-)

AlwaysHungryAlwaysHungryalmost 9 years agoAuthor
Why, thank you

I have seen your prowess as a poet, GM, so your comment means a lot. I have not written poetry until recently (apparently I was waiting for inspiration, and I found it.) My connection to poetry has been as a translator of classical poetry, so I am accustomed to working with rhyme and meter. But I am also experimenting a little with free verse.

greenmountaineergreenmountaineeralmost 9 years ago

I already commented on this well crafted poem in PF&D, AH. I'm not as big a fan of formal poetry as I once was, but know a good one when I see one.

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