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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 52. Summer Sense

More short pieces from the waning days of summer.

Summer tastes

like warm, blue afternoons

and ghost stories told by campfirelight;

it’s flavored by peach colored clouds before sunrise,

by tangy rainbow clad thunderstorms

or meteors sprinkled

in the stars.

 

July’s song

is the crunch of fresh beans,

and the sultry alto tanager

blending with a chorus of mournful cicadas

sounding over the food processor

as it transforms basil

to sunlight.

 

In August

the last warm breezes tease,

caressing the uneasy spirit

with soothing southwest airs which trail lover’s fingers

over sweat-soaked harvest time bodies

yearning at sun’s setting

for embrace.

Leave a comment if you like. I'm happy to learn what you think.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

Thank you, tim. All sorts of strains make up the music of these days. I'm sweeping cicadas off my front steps, too - though soon they will be supplanted by katydids announcing the end of summer. You're very kind to comment on these.

 

1 hour ago, Mikiesboy said:

Wonderful poems.  Cicadas are ugly and i am tired of finding them at the bottom of the staircase in the morning.  ugh

💖

That aren't many cicada here as years past. Which somewhat desappoints the pup. He consumes them in great delight.

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4 minutes ago, Headstall said:

"as it transforms basil

 

to sunlight."

 

I love this... and in the end it all comes down to sharing these delights with someone. You are a poet to your core, Parker. :heart: 

 

 

 

Thank you for reading these. You are right in saying that the sensual pleasures of summer are best enjoyed when they are shared. Perhaps these lines will help the warmth linger into the autumn.

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6 hours ago, Defiance19 said:

I love these, Parker. Lovely glimpses of a summer that is going by way to quickly. 

We haven’t had as many cicadas here either, I noticed. I kind of miss the sounds. Not the sweeping up.  

Already the cicadas are being replaced by katydids, proclaiming the end of summer. But maybe these lines will make the glow last a little longer. You’re very kind to read these, and to comment. 

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