feedback jeder art These Last Days Of Summer

[Donna]

I.

A sultry southernly breeze

Sashays languidly passed trees

Teasing loose a few shy leaves 

Yellowed from the searing drought

that 2024 brought 

Azaleas are going limp 

Soon, the color of blanched shrimp

Heat, that continues to pimp 

 

Cicadas host a concert

Not yet an Autumn convert 

Male crickets play violin

In search for a late Summer fling

 

Katydids soothe with their night song

Soft ticks and lispy buzzes, calm

Endure till the break of dawn 

Sweet seasonal lullaby

One I'll miss, like the firefly 

Those blinky star-studded pilots

Kamikaze skylit riots

I dread when Summer quiets 

Halcyon days were at their highest 

 

II.

Queen Anne's lace dots grassy fields

and roadsides where the dust yields 

Up, perching on power lines

swallows in rows like headlines

A dark spell is drifting about

It's the murmuration rollout!

Starlings chattering loud grapevine

Once they settle in the elms spine

 

Days are getting shorter-

As daylight starts to wane

Night is growing longer-

Perhaps more rest to gain?

 

Here and there standing in patches 

chicory's purple-blue splashes

Scattered about the countryside 

wild sunflowers beam with sun's pride

Daisy conga lines, pink, white combo

The disced, tight heads of golden yarrow

Boy, have the thistles gone to seed!

Loosing whispy fluff at speed

that rides on each puff of wind

Everything gets cotton pinned

 

III.

Red-winged blackbirds and grackles

A free range turkey gobble cackles

My dear heron stalks the pond

He and I have grown quite fond

Although Summer's winding down

She leaves us, not with a frown 

But a heart filled to the brim

Sun soaked, whispering a hymn

Look straight ahead, up with the chin

Carry sunshine deep within 

And never let your light dim 

Be open for wit on a whim 

Strut your stuff, and that tanned skin 

Wow!  It's been a turbulent-weathered spin!

There's a lesson in this: sink or learn to swim

© Donna H.

September 19, 2024

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[Uschi Rischanek]

Liebe Donna,

schön dich zu hören, wunderbar gemacht von dir!

Habe gerne hineingespürt in die letzten Tage des Sommers!

LG Uschi