The Summer Solstice

the summer solstice disturbs my soul
raining sunshine from dawn to dusk
even hidden behind the cloak of clouds
his great light continues to shine
 
the clouds may hide his brutal glow
beyond the sky he patiently waits
for only a crack will then reveal
his glory shattering the rain and gray
 
yearning for his heat that burns
a searing of the memories past
upon the wind are now remembered
for nowhere else do the dreams lie
 
skin becomes torched and dry
days drag on into lazy nights
the stifling of the stagnant air
relief only in the moments before morn
 
rising high he oversees his realm
glaring down with a fired intensity
stumbling forward we find the way
to a spot deeply hidden in shade
 
the days grow shorter now moving on
wishing for the cooler times
careful that the wishes come true
fall and winter are coming fast
 
enjoy the moments accept the flame
times will come wishing for sun
he reigns supreme over us all
love the summer before its gone
 ~M ©2013

The FWF prompt this week is the Summer Solstice, the image above  and the following quote;

Then followed that beautiful season…Summer.  Filled the air with dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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15 thoughts on “The Summer Solstice

  1. Of all the moods of the seasons, summer seems to be the happiest and leaves us with the best memories. I love your piece. It made me smile as it spoke to me of nostalgia and hope. Thank you, Mark.

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  2. Perfect Mark — we do seem to run along the same thoughts nearly every Friday. Loved this last section:
    enjoy the moments accept the flame
    times will come wishing for sun
    he reigns supreme over us all
    love the summer before its gone

    Have a wonderful weekend!

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  3. I especially felt summer in this stanza…
    “skin becomes torched and dry
    days drag on into lazy nights
    the stifling of the stagnant air
    relief only in the moments before morn”

    :sigh: summer is too long for me. Thanks for sharing your poem!

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    • Thanks Stephanie! Sometimes it seems too long, but the cold always comes soon enough and then we long for the warm. Appreciate you stopping by and commenting.

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