Summer lingered...
In the warm breezes that carressed in the midday hours
It lingered in the long rays of sunshine that reached out in the late afternoon, as if grasping for something to hang onto
In the last remaining perfumes of pungent blossoms that gave forth their last breath
Summer lingered in the early evening, with the sounds of crickets and tree frogs
But the breezes were growing cooler each day
The sun was losing her grasp on the once warm earth, revealing an icy sweat that lay dormant on a green carpet in the morning stillness
The scent of summer grew faint in the air, and the nights grew quiet and longer
In that lingering, in that place between warm and cool, between light and dark
In that place where sweet perfume turns to the scent of burnt wood, ripe apples, and weathered leaves
In that time when the sounds of summer begin to give way to the stark silence of the forthcoming winter
It was there, that I began to feel my longing
My spirit waining, I began to hunger, to long for the taste of sweet fruits
I shuddered with a chill, desiring warmth, security, comfort
I fought off the growing silence, wishing to be seranaded, cood to, lulled
I feared the encroaching darkness, as if it were some colossal raven swooping in to steal me during my sleep
I sat in stillness, contemplating, pondering, reflecting
Change is required in order to grow, and I too had lived through my own seasons
Long days of light, and evenings of forever darkness
With each experience, another page was turned, and my colors changed over and over and over, just as the trees were beginning to do yet again
With each warm breeze blown over, each subtle scent wafted by, each flickering ray of sunshine
I had known love, life, death...and yes, rebirth
Each experience had brought with it a lesson, and for each I had paid a price...another moment gone, another season passed never to be reclaimed
But the gift left behind, had been none the less sweet, not unlike the summer fruits, with there pungent nectors
It has always taken the burnt wood to make way for the new growth, the cold and the dark to give the earth time to replenish herself
The silence to prepare the stage for the glorious seranade of life itself
So yes, in an icy cold fireball lighting up a frozen white day
Summer lingererd...
Its scent lingered in my lungs, it’s warmth on my skin
Its sounds lingered in my ears, its colors lingered in my eyes
But mostly it lingered in my memories...
And it was there it brought me hope
For in my memories, the fruits were still ripe, the breezes warm, the sun bright, the perfumes pungent
In my memories, Summer lingered... and reminded me all things bright and beautiful are possible
copyright ©1998 Bonnie S. Pease
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