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[title] => Twilight of Summer
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[bodytext] => When the night sky gazes
more brightly than the trees, peeping out from behind in a vivid blue harmony against the dark cover, I know... it is the twilight of summer. Many believe that summer comes with the first dawn, but I... I hear it's first whisper in the silence of night the stillness before the birth. In this certain twilight, I hunger for more of what the dawn will bring. Glistening pearls of morning winking out at me from a rose's fair petal. Starving winds that rush hungrily over a soft, green meadow. Sheer radiance of the summer sky's door, reaching stunning arms of light through every waving branch in it's path. Every wisp of cloud, torn apart by its sudden rapture, bowing to it's awesome beauty. The scented wind that dances above me, like breathing. I sigh at its sweetness, it's purity, unblemished How easy is summer, as it slowly drifts into being. The embrace of colors in every corner. The symbols of summer are everywhere. Greens and golds and lovely azure -- so sweet we can taste it. Mauve that impales a casual glance. All shades of lilac trembling, like a whisper upon thin, green stalks. Stunning yellows that frolick in a pasture of jade, so bold. Brilliant, red phosphorous shouting to be seen. And the orange, like millions of broken sunsets, burning out from the shade. And the birds - oh - to be set free on the wind! Soft songs in the air we seldom take time to hear. What glorious meter! What touching melodies they play To sing to our starved ears. Ah - summer! Never will I take for granted your annual return. How I longed for the sight of you... through the ice and storms. You've come in all your splendor, just as promised. Yet, too soon, we forget this rapturous feeling-- parting lips to complain, with sweated brow and fast-beating heart, in the hanging heat many anxiously await your alternate expression of dusk. Though, not I. Shine on, summer, shine on! And forever sing me your beloved, daylight song. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Carrie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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