Summer season poem in English
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As I sat on my back porch in my rocking chair today, I could see, feel and smell summer ebbing away.
I could hear the wind blowing softly through the trees. I could even see a few falling leaves.
I can tell by the shorter days that fall is on the way. The hot, lazy days of summer aren’t going to stay.
Blissful spring has come and gone.
The remaining days of sleepy summer won’t last long.
Glorious fall colors will soon appear.
But, like the flowers of summer they will disappear.
Winter will follow the fall as it always has.
Spring, summer and fall are again
Part of the past.
People can be compared to the seasons.
They are born, bloom, and ebb away.
Like spring, summer, and fall they cannot stay.
Winter will come as it always does.
If we are blessed, we have experienced the
seasons at their best.
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IS THIS SUMMER??
a month of street accordions and sprinklers
laying the dust, small shadows running from me.
It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker,
ciao, Antonio, and the water-cries of children
tearing the rose-coloured sky in streams of paper;
it is dusk in the nostrils and the smell of water
down littered streets that lead you to no water,
and gathering islands and lemons in the mind.
There is the Hudson, like the sea aflame.
I would undress you in the summer heat,
and laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came.