#282 The Summer Wind Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The clouds are low,
They spread far and wide.
The moonlight glow
Is lost deep inside.
Night shadows play
Taking every form.
The sky is grey,
It’ll surely storm.
I know I ought to find shelter fast
But my feet stay planted in contrast.

The grass is damp
Beneath my park bench.
A low-lit lamp
Glows gold like a finch.
The nearby trees
Flutter to and fro.
A gentle breeze
Has begun to flow.
She’s finally arrived, my dearest friend.
I’ll make my confessions to the summer wind.

I whisper truth
From within my soul.
I speak of youth
That love and life stole.
I talk freely
To a constant ear;
My heart’s decree
She will always hear.
I reveal it all, holding nothing back
And watch my words float into the black.