"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Still My Summer

Summer moon
smile for me.
The seasons
Of my life
would have
me in winter,
cold, frost
in my hair,
waiting for
a last sunset.

My spirit
does not
feel frozen.
It is nimble
as it dances
with dreams.
and I do
not fear it.

I hear the
long night
of summer
calling me
to come out
and play
with fireflies,
their tiny
lights flying stars.

I will not succumb
to thinking
my life is over.
Joy lifts me
as calendar
pages fall.
There is more
life for me to live.
The brass ring
still hangs on
I just need
to reach
out my hand.
This is still my summer!

©Susie Clevenger 2011


Len said...

Glad you are using the seasons ...they can say so much...great write!

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