Summer nights,
the warm, thick air,
a little humid, but not
too much,
Darkness stretching out,
but I can still see
the leaves, wafting in.
The faint cool breeze
Dries the tear in my eye
as I stretch my arms
and smile
Cools my skin, and the grass
waves goodbye
and its warm again.
well...summer nites are my most favorite time ever...so relaxing...
Thats lovely! i like the feel of it. Your a great descriptive poet and i can just feel the warm breeze pushing through my hair. Weather is a constant topic used in poetry and often appears dull but you have really expressed it in a way that the image is outstanding Love Jodixxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Jodi but you need a full stop (period?) after 'in'