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Last Summer in February
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Nature/Environment Summer will soon be over
Soft murmurings of the cold breeze
Gently whip the air, this late sultry afternoon.
As a welcome respite
From the niggling steamy days;
It has to come to its end.
Casting a windswept look at the sky,
A shroud curtain of clouds is hanging
Over the crimson fiery ball
With a slow motion touchdown;
Its last rays burst spectacular fireworks
A kaleidoscope of vibrant colours:
Mesmerising; dazzling.
Lurking behind are curling waves
Of white gauzy foams, pierced by
The late afternoon sunlight;
Its remnant beams concede
Getting ready to bid the day adieu,
Even if the light prolongs its stay
The sun prepares to set down and perish,
Lost to the thickets of foliage and greens
Below the ascending hills and mountains climb
It slowly fades away to its throne of rest
Then a veil of darkness will prevail.
The earth moves so fast, spinning swiftly,
As the grey cloud covers half the universe
While the crescent moon is starting to arise
Visibly appearing on the northern sky
The stars tarry in heaven, meek and shy
Far in the horizon blue and wide;
Once the dense smooth whiteness
Of immaculate masses float over the terrain,
Begins its own journey towards the spectrum of day;
They sail away to meet the spectres of the night
Dispersing itself in the rim of a thinning glow
Creating a panorama only a painter can portray
The poet ruminates in words, making it insufficient to sway.
@greenmeadow, February 22, 2007
