Thick Air

Sun In Limbo
Summer has left
And in one sweep
Of heat I sat abandoned.
Nothing in sight not even
A trace of my last smoke.
I used to see people crowding
Barefooted girls in gayest colors
Pigeons a-flocking, grain picking in the park.
I miss the lush green
Filtering the vibrant sun rays.
Now I feel this thick air
Is it because the sun has weakened?
I used to wear my solar glasses
When the sun ruled this park
Stole glances at some girls
Sitting in gay abandon.
Now I feel this dampness
Seeping into my being
Cold to the last touch of the sun
Again in limbo.
Limbering up I kissed a dying leaf:
Have you ever seen another sun?
©NDR 5 Oct 71 Farragut Square, Washington, DC

It was a strange feeling to be in an empty park that a few days before
was full of life with the sun splashing joy to all partaking of its beauty.
People react all different ways to seasonal changes, a whole gamut of
emotional intensity. Lucky are those who can be nonchalant, shrug it off.
And unlucky are those who are anxious. But always there is anticipation
and therein lies hope that the seasonal changes will bring a bounty of
good things, a new sun, another sun full of life giving rays. Hurrah to nature!

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Robert L. Martin
10 months

I finally found this poem. The sun and trees change at the inundation of another season. Another sun, another pleasant surprise. Another inspiration for us poets

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
10 months

Yes inspirational as well the four seasons to musicians and music lovers, the changing seasons are in fact nature’s music gift to humankind.
No two notes in nature’s repertoire
are the same, ever. Just listen to the songbirds singing along or be silent just listening and letting the whispers of the breezes take over Ah...

Thank you Robert for liking and for your search time.

Charlotte B. Williams
10 months

Here in North America we experience all the changing of seasons. I’m kind of glad though cause I don’t think I’d want to be where it’s warm all the time. Summer days have their pleasures though.

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
10 months

Thank you Charlotte. Yes Mother Nature talks to us 4 times in a year. In colors, lush green, colors again and then white.
We shelter and get out to smell the colorful flowers, the lush green, the fall colors and shelter again to keep warm.

about 5 years

Amen to that! And yet autumn is my favorite season, not so hot anymore, and harvest always calls to mind God's eternal bounty.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
about 5 years

That's why I like ACamus. Thanks Brod.

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