Humid summer season lies before us
languid days and sultry nights combine--
listen, hear the crickets sing their chorus,
smell the sweet fruit ripen on the vine.
Across the valley, fields stretch on forever…
the tall wheat turning golden in the sun;
distant mountains call us to their coolness;
no respite until the day is done.
I wish these summer days could last forever--
basking under Helios’ glow.
Already, our long days are growing shorter…
seems that sadly, all good things must go.
© Copyright Ginny Brannan July 2011
Photo prompt courtesy Tess Kincaid, Magpie Tales #72
Shared at One Stop Poetry, One Shot Wednesday Week #53