The low hum of summer
escaping through the air
underpins each person's dreams
equally without artifice
or judgement
The summer vibration
has its own story
being told in its way through,
its own way through
And all of us fellow travelers
have already bought our tickets
The itinerary yet
to be told
Music comes
into the mind like a cricket
singing to herself
It almost seems too fragrant
this end of summer breeze
like the day before
your lover leaves for college
and you both gaze out the doorway
at the last rays
8 comments:
I love the way the summer hum--a vibration-- has its own story, that is to say, the frequency that is a match for each reader's frequency who divines their own seasonal narrative in thiS poem of perpetual leavetaking. Leaves me breathless and tuning on for more suggestive ambiguity that foretells my bran ching path, Stirling!
Thank you so much, John. It's great to read that this resonated for you. More poetry to come when the inspiration strikes ...
An enjoyment of the contentment of summer through that hum, beautiful, the cricket singing, the vibration in which we create our dreams, and then, nostalgia for what is passing. The last stanza really works... summer is a lover who is leaving. A wonderful/sad time of the year and you have expressed it so fully I am entranced with your poem.
Brenda, even your comments sing. Thanks for reading so deeply and enjoying ...
so beautiful, stirling... i'm reading this on your birthday and feeling the hum. love. ~L oxooxox
Happy Birthday dear poet, writer, friend and artist. I love how we have had the internet to keep us together over these years. I wish you many more happy and healthy years filled with the light of meaningful words and memorable visions. Hugs and kisses,
Jan
Thank you, Laura. I'm glad you can feel the hum .......... so am I. (Or it might be the birthday glass of wine). haha
Oh, Jan, thanks for the beautiful comment. Yes, it's true the internet has stayed a great lifeline for us to keep us strong. I look forward to our next meeting - and exchange. Love.
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