Summer Poem
Summer Poem
Tall, slender, leafy trees cast long amber shadows over the luminous emerald grass. The air is warm and sweet as it blows calmly through the thistle-weed, making a soothing whispery sound. The warm sun slowly dries us off, leaving only patches of cool, refreshing river water lingering on our clothes. Stubby clouds, full and puffy, float across the undisturbed blue of the June sky. Pops of fluffy white punctuate the yellow of the dandelion field we lie in, staring up into the endless ‘up.’ Birds chirp in the late evening haze, accompanying the round, full sounds of the wind chimes filtering in through the yellow green of summer. The fuzzy taste of new raspberries lingers in my mouth, leaving a brightly sweet taste on my tongue. My eyes are closed, but warm yellow light still filters in. A tiredness seems to sit on my chest, not too heavy, just settling me deeper into the long green clover moss. Small hills seem to ripple out from where I lay, peacefully blanketed in sunlight. Rolling puffs of mossy, loamy buttercups coat the shady hills in a cacophonous symphony of shimmering, gold tinted emeralds. Long pale sycamores stretch into the sunlight, the tips of the lofty leaves lost to the glow of the evening sun. Dots and patches of shade speckle my face, leaving me the perfect temperature. The world is peaceful and quiet, an emerald blanketed paradise.