The Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned the rain into a water wall. The hail fell as if God had just emptied his ice tray. The thunder roared like a grizzly in the sky. The lightning flashed sharp shards of knife-like light….
Summer Poems
Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson
Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson A cluster of dark trees blurring into a green knoll, emerald sheen on velveteen moss, sprays of daisies across the grass bees greedily drinking from succulent centers, quick-stepping deer flitting by, fallen feathers of magpies. Naked feet dangle in a silvery brook that licks our soles with its babbling…
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to…