Frank Avon


Summer Gone - Poem by Frank Avon

It's raining.
The day is gray.
Chilly.

Summer
is washing away
in channels of mud.

One daisy
is still waving
among wildflowers.

Asters
insist on
their purpleness.

Roses
persistent
cling to their petals.

Nevertheless,
never the less,
summer is gone.

Only its shadows
some green,
some still ablossom,

remain.
to be cherished,
to be held

inviolable
until all is lost,
until the chilling,

killing,

frost.

Topic(s) of this poem: autumn


Comments about Summer Gone by Frank Avon

  • Smoky Hoss (1/9/2016 5:34:00 PM)

    Very passionate and soulful song of the heart. It seems to reflect more of life than simply seasons.
    Very fine, enjoyable poem.
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  • Melvina Germain (8/15/2015 11:07:00 PM)

    It embraces me with a feeling of warmth as I'm cuddled up by the fire listening to you, the poet read your words to me. I'm smiling and delighting in every word. Thank you so much for sharing Frank..... (Report)Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (4/29/2015 3:14:00 AM)

    Daisies, asters and roses had their day
    And in the rains must be washed away
    To bring forth fresh bloom in new springs
    Just as our lives till the age old bell rings........


    Great poem of yours Sir and I invite you to my page too for your valuable comments............
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  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (4/12/2015 5:46:00 AM)

    Summer has gone washing away with channels of mud. Very wonderful imagery with nice vision in poem.10. (Report)Reply

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  • Daniel Brick (10/15/2014 5:16:00 AM)

    This is a great homage to summer. At first I was going to write LAMENT FOR summer, but on reflection I see too many sharp vibrant images of the yet clinging season to merit such a sad word. You are isolating a very special moment (and it may be no longer than a moment) when we can still have summer thoughts even though the season has turned. The opening stanza with gray skies and chilly air acknowledges that, but then the poem shows there are still details of summer which can loom into our view. But the closing lines dovetail with the title SUMMER GONE emphasizing how suddenly the first frost will sever what remains of summer. You poem does not indulge in false hopes but appreciates the remaining tendrils of summer before they too succumb. (Report)Reply

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  • Crystal Rosser (10/12/2014 9:50:00 PM)

    The rush of seasons end. That'll get a poet in a mood to write. Nicely done! (Report)Reply

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  • Heather Wilkins (10/12/2014 8:14:00 PM)

    summer is gone a chill in the air lovely poem (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 12, 2014


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