sweet summer memories
dripping like honey
savoring the last drop
till sweet summer comes to a stop
the clear rushing rivers, we used to swim in
have been touched by autumn’s cold icy wind and
the ripe watermelon we picked
is now sinking in a ditch
pilling up with summer flowers
as the summer’s trees leaves fall every hour
the pies we made, the cookies we baked
have only little time till autumn’s decay
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Author:
Soph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i love golden honey summer afternoons, where i drink sour lemonade and sit in my hammock outside listening to the songs of flying birds. but, new memories are to be made, as well as new seasons ahead, i can’t wait.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
understated grace, in its sublime of simplicity
a wonderfully relatable, read
thank you! for choosing to share, dear poet
thank you L. B. Mek!
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