Summer Remnants.

A Summer Romance

Summer Remnants.



The trampoline sits empty

on eight legs that hold no weight,

void of kids in flipped out poses

trying to bounce to heaven's gates.

And a huge, brown scar, rectangular

marks the spot the pool once sat,

full of sweet, soprano giggles,

chilly fun in a rubber vat.

All the birdhouse squat vacant

each foreclosed by winter's wrath,

when their residents fled southward,

on some migratory path.

The tulip bulbs in deep sleep

are tucked in snug and cozy,

soon enough they'll break the scruff

and make the world a lot more rosy.

Summer remnants all around me

souvenirs that dot my yard,

offer memories that I treasure,

making winter much less hard.

Tiny buds grow fat and thirsty

for that wake up call to come

warming them to shed their blankets,

green with envy for the sun.

'Neath the frozen lakes in mud beds

whiskered fish take long cat naps,

resting up for that great struggle

to escape the worms I cast.

In February's doldrums

I can hear the faint heartbeats

of summer dwellers hibernations

squirreled away with acorn treats.

Rabbits dozing deep in earth's den,

in their winter coats of white,

soon will leap across the grass plains

raiding gardens with delight.

Summer remnants all around me

souvenirs that dot my yard,

offer memories that I treasure,

making winter much less hard.

So cheer up if your soul's weary

tramping over snowy ground,

soon enough it will be clearing

go outside and look around,

at all the remnants left by Summer

glis-ten-ning with icy tears,

I know winter is a bummer

But it goes away each year.

Throw some more logs on the fire

close your eyes and just pretend

your at the beach graced by the sunlight

waiting just around the bend.


Art-Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-2012






















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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

You haven't lost your touch. Your poetry is inspiring and lifts the reader to remember, summer is just around the corner, put another log on the fire..Love it..Thank you..


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Mekenzie 4 years ago from Michigan

I'm back MFB, writers block is finally lifting.

I'm so happy to come back to your beautiful poetry

which is always so inspiring.

Love the Song too!

God Bless YOU!

Mekenzie

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