Late Summer Serenade
The sun is setting;
Glowing through darkened clouds;
The song of a nightingale;
Rings through early evening;
Warm breezes blow eastward;
Carries the scent of cut grass;
And late summer roses;
Wet with the promise of rain;
As Black-eyed Susans grow;
Tiny branches litter the sidewalk;
Reminders of a previous storm;
The brilliant colors of summer;
Run and fade together;
Along with the August sun
Glowing through darkened clouds;
The song of a nightingale;
Rings through early evening;
Warm breezes blow eastward;
Carries the scent of cut grass;
And late summer roses;
Wet with the promise of rain;
As Black-eyed Susans grow;
Tiny branches litter the sidewalk;
Reminders of a previous storm;
The brilliant colors of summer;
Run and fade together;
Along with the August sun
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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15 Comments
Post a Commentyou bring things to life with your poetry. It's so beautiful we can all feel it.
I love this! I hate that summer is ending.
How very beautiful :)
You paint a beautiful picture - with words and paint! How beautiful!
Hey, I was there, smelling those roses and that fresh cut grass...I was there, feeling that warm breeze, as it tickled the Blackeyed Susans, making them dance a little, I was there, hearing the nightingale's song, and the twigs cracking under our feet as we walked along. Thanks for inviting me along Sis...... I'm telling you Girl! You can take anybody any where with your words!!!! You are so Gifted. As always, I loved this poem. God Bless You+*+*+*+* ~ PEACE ~
The beauty of everyday simplistic nature. Thank you for such a gorgeous, yes I said gorgeous, read. I think this was beautiful, and it inspired me to stop and smell the roses in the morning instead of rushing by to get to work. Thank you for a relaxing, yet wonderful read. This sets my mind at ease. Keep it up gal! ~~Catdoggie
Nice :)
Very nice!!
Love this !
You words create vivid pictures of beauty. I can gather clear mental pictures of what you are describing. Great job as usual.