scribbler

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SUMMER EVENING

Late afternoon on my front porch
sitting as August heat builds up
watching shimmers as they scorch.
Condensation rolls off my cold cup.

Some dry flies sing out in the heat
while a warm breeze quivers through the trees.
The sun continues its retreat.
Next month the geese will form their V's.

To the north some clouds form dark.
It seems that they might come this way.
I think I hear a meadow lark
and catch a hint of a skunk's spray.

Out come some rabbits for a meal.
Just in sight a squirrel rides timber.
A humming bird flashes its teal.
I envy all their being limber.

Now the sun becomes a sliver
and a cool breeze exits a cloud
making the pecan leaves shiver.
Down by the branch bullfrogs burp loud.

Just as lightning bugs appear
a doe steps out down the way
raises its head and flicks its ear
here toward the end of a hot day.

Summer's bane buzzes its way by
telling me its time that I go in.
So I rise with a grunt and sigh
wondering when cool days will begin.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

raj

4 years 11 months ago

Hi Stan

as always you paint images with words ...of course you are a master when it comes to rhyme...

enjoyed the picture you painted...

be well..

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

Hi raj

I am pleased you enjoyed this

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

I have

Got to stop posting late at night. It was supposed to be SLIVER not silver lol. I also could do without the worst of summer's heat. The only good thing about it is women's fashions lol

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

Last time i sat around naked somebody thought I was Buda

lol

Candlewitch

4 years 11 months ago

dear Stan,

you and nature go hand-in-hand. it seems to me it has always been so. thanks for sharing this beautiful evening with us.

*hugs, Cat

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

Het Cat

Thanks. I try at times to write of other things but always come back lol

Geezer

4 years 11 months ago

that sun you describe is a [sliver] not silver and I saw that the other day, when the sun slid just below the hills and for an instant, became a bright sliver of red and gold. Nice scene and I guess the skeeters chasing you inside were just a little too late for their meal of tough old coot. LoL As always your rhyme is terrific and your scansion better than usual. Maybe all that
harping on it has finally gotten to you? Don't wish Fall upon us just yet. It will be here soon enough. ~ Gee.
.

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

Hy Geeze

I can't even get away with a typo with you and Ted watching me lol. i expect from the Yankee point of view the coming of autumn is foreboding because your long cold winter won't be far behind. But for us rebs it means the end of a long very hot summer lol. Maybe the years here at neo Has done my scansion some good.........

Breakinglogic

4 years 11 months ago

Stan, I enjoyed imagining

Stan, I enjoyed imagining along with your poem.
I have some favorite lines here:
'I think I hear a meadow lark" (this line has a beautiful phonetic quality)
"I envy all their being limber"
"Now the sun becomes a sliver"
Enjoyed!

scribbler

4 years 11 months ago

Hello

Always good to know I still have a few good lines in my pen. Thanks for coming by