The warmth of the summer seeps into the skin like no other time.
It's as though the sun can finally see clearly after months waiting.
Everyone leaves their house with a smile and reeking of sunscreen.
Little girls on the corner selling mouth watering, ice cold lemonade.
But, best of all school is no where to be seen.
The shift from summer to fall is subtle at first. Air drops a degree
at a time until it's a delicious mix of not hot but not really cold.
One by one, leaves begin to turn crisp and fall, fluttering
vibrant shades of oranges and reds and yellows. Thanksgiving,
reminding us all we have to be grateful for and of the magical
winter nights to come.
The bees and the butterflies come out to play while the meadows are
awoken from their slumber. And the sun makes its reappearance
shining brightly once again.
It's as though the sun can finally see clearly after months waiting.
Everyone leaves their house with a smile and reeking of sunscreen.
Little girls on the corner selling mouth watering, ice cold lemonade.
But, best of all school is no where to be seen.
The shift from summer to fall is subtle at first. Air drops a degree
at a time until it's a delicious mix of not hot but not really cold.
One by one, leaves begin to turn crisp and fall, fluttering
vibrant shades of oranges and reds and yellows. Thanksgiving,
reminding us all we have to be grateful for and of the magical
winter nights to come.
The temperature sinks those last few degrees into winter. Days
become more rushed to get everything done as the nights start to
come in earlier. The first snowflake lands on the ground. It instantly
melts and as time goes on, they stick and clump until there's enough
to make snowmen and angels and snowballs to fling at siblings.
Then as sudden as the snow came, it vanishes into grass and sidewalk.
Then, finally, one single flower indicating the arrival of spring.become more rushed to get everything done as the nights start to
come in earlier. The first snowflake lands on the ground. It instantly
melts and as time goes on, they stick and clump until there's enough
to make snowmen and angels and snowballs to fling at siblings.
Then as sudden as the snow came, it vanishes into grass and sidewalk.
The bees and the butterflies come out to play while the meadows are
awoken from their slumber. And the sun makes its reappearance
shining brightly once again.
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ReplyDeleteThis is a cheerful poem, much needed in our current moment. I will provide more comments later.
Ellie, you created really beautiful imagery here. (This cyclical theme reminds me of this funny springtime rap I wrote in camp during the summer of fifth grade when I didn't want to join some sport activity...yours if obviously much more refined and well done, but it was fun to get nostalgic). I really like that the speaker points to the best of every season, awaiting the good to come, but still basking in what is now.
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