Michael Skinner

National Poetry Month: Summer In Spring - Poem by Michael Skinner

waking to summer heat on a Spring day

it is still dark and the birds sing to a moonless sky

and the air conditioners which had been still for the best of a season

are in full throat again

the sounds of the highway are beyond audible reach once more

I opened the sliding glass door and felt that the air had cooled a bit over night

so we had locked up the heat in side with us and kept out the refreshing cool air.

Lighted day revealed a restless sea.

Wind up, my chimes won't stop ringing...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

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