Late Summer Serenade

The sun is setting;
Glowing through darkened clouds;
The song of a nightingale;
Rings through early evening;
Warm breezes blow eastward;
Carries the scent of cut grass;
And late summer roses;
Wet with the promise of rain;
As Black-eyed Susans grow;
Tiny branches litter the sidewalk;

Reminders of a previous storm;
The brilliant colors of summer;
Run and fade together;
Along with the August sun



 
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you bring things to life with your poetry. It's so beautiful we can all feel it.

Posted on 12/19/2008 at 7:12:00 AM

Your imagination reaches new heights in your finely written poem.

Posted on 09/19/2008 at 10:09:06 PM

I love this! I hate that summer is ending.

Posted on 09/07/2008 at 12:09:16 AM

How very beautiful :)

Posted on 08/30/2008 at 2:08:08 PM

You paint a beautiful picture - with words and paint! How beautiful!

Posted on 08/20/2008 at 3:08:20 AM

Hey, I was there, smelling those roses and that fresh cut grass...I was there, feeling that warm breeze, as it tickled the Blackeyed Susans, making them dance a little, I was there, hearing the nightingale's song, and the twigs cracking under our feet as we walked along. Thanks for inviting me along Sis...... I'm telling you Girl! You can take anybody any where with your words!!!! You are so Gifted. As always, I loved this poem. God Bless You+*+*+*+* ~ PEACE ~

Posted on 08/19/2008 at 1:08:02 PM

Very nice

Posted on 08/19/2008 at 5:08:49 AM

The beauty of everyday simplistic nature. Thank you for such a gorgeous, yes I said gorgeous, read. I think this was beautiful, and it inspired me to stop and smell the roses in the morning instead of rushing by to get to work. Thank you for a relaxing, yet wonderful read. This sets my mind at ease. Keep it up gal! ~~Catdoggie

Posted on 08/18/2008 at 8:08:27 PM

Nice :)

Posted on 08/17/2008 at 2:08:57 PM

Very nice!!

Posted on 08/17/2008 at 12:08:21 PM

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