It won’t be summer without her,
without her voice; soft, lilting,
slow to speech
yet animated at times,
like clouds suddenly clearing.
It won’t be summer without her,
without her smile; lost, thoughtful,
like the evening’s first breeze
flitting by and by,
lifting even the gloomiest moments.
It won’t be summer without her,
without her eyes; quiet, dreamy,
a rainbow of emotions, always
hard to understand,
yet making sense somewhere deep within.
She’s a name in my phone,
She’s someone I lost long ago,
She’s the occasional dream
which will never come to be.
Yet its footsteps echo deep inside.
It won’t be summer without her.
Image courtesy – 5 Centimeters per Second, by Makoto Shinkai
Won’t be Summer
*in love with the imagery applied* no,it will not be summer :]
i wish it would, though 😐
lovely…I loved the last stanza especially.."She's a name in my phone,She's someone I lost long ago,She's the occasional dreamwhich will never come to be. "beautiful….resplendent
This is really lovely. Nice write!
awesome! 🙂
kim, periwinkle and the silent observer. Thanks!kim and periwinkle, seems its the first time you've been here? hope you like what you see!
Like it.
Loved the analogies-clouds clearing, evening's first breeze.The subject of the poem seems so much more lovelier than the summer!
Beautiful thoughts on the rain .. liked 'her voice, soft, lilting' and 'it won't be summer without her'
How much you must miss her. Well I always say if a person has known that intensity at least once in his or her life, they are lucky. Think of those whose life just passes by , as a complete stranger to love.
Cool poem – very modern. I too have a friend's number on my phone. He'll never answer again, but the number will stay.Glad I stopped in. Thanks
uh mmm(yawn)that's about it