The scintillating grass is so exquisite
each waving blade alive with bursts of light
that seem to hail my unexpected visit
as though I were the archetypal knight,
but lately my defenses have been failing
depending on this armor rife with chinks
and confidence in victory is ailing,
abandoning a countenance that sinks
until I take a moment to remember
it’s not the outer shell that makes you strong—
the best defense against a harsh December
is filling up your heart with summer’s song.
Are You Reading Me?
7 comments:
The best advice I've heard in a long time! Beautifully written. I love the last two lines... stock up!
At this point I'm looking for a little winter blues. It is too friggin hot.
Hey Bob, what say we trade locations with Oz for the winter. Let him shovel his way to work a few times. He'll go home with a song in his heart that can't be sung in public!
Hey yeah, 'merican poets tour of the southern hemisphere sounds like a good idea.
Bit of decay and sloughing tis ok for the new growth to come.
(Or as the Byrds 'd say, Turn Turn Turn)
Yours in spring
Glenn
im that kind of night... hhhee
nice poem...
I enjoyed your poem very much. I wrote one with a similar theme,the changing of the seasons.It is entitled " Summer Fading" I liked the last lines. I too, feel a chill in the air here( even though it is Hawaii ).
If you have a chance please visit me at punatik.blogspot.com
I found you by visiting the PWB site. Good work !
Emilio
Hi Shirley, thanks I'm trying.
Yes Oz it has been hot here too but as Shirley points out it will get worse :(
Hi Glenn, how are you my friend? Enjoy the spring!!
Hi gerald, keep jousting bud!
Hello emilio, thanks I will check you out and stop back.
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