Friday, 25 May 2007

towards summer by Janet Butler

minutes grow heavy
plump with promise
late spring blues packed in tight
weighted with white sands
burnished by winds
that drift from there
just there beyond that line
bursting now to color
then fading to night
momentary demarcation
where sight becomes vision
and longing drifts hungrily towards
the ever-desired elusive perfect summer

Janet Butler, Pittsburgh, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

the perfect summer seems particularly elusive just now.

Tumblewords: said...

Summer's my favorite season and it's always late and short.
Words of yearning, nicely written!