SUMMER LOVERS

Summer: Young September's Cornfield 1954 by Alan Reynolds 1926-2014

 

    SUMMER LOVERS

The golden fields lie quiet
As an old Sunday morning,
Hot and languorous as tired Lovers
Lying in that silky light,
One half dazed with heat,
One envying the fitful shadows
Playing on the beloved face,
Bodies so closely entwined,
Even the delicate purse flower
Cannot find space between them,
To grow.
Until the violet haze of their petals
Quivering in the small movements beside them,
Fade away to nothing.

                      ©2020 Gwen Grant.

3 thoughts on “SUMMER LOVERS

  1. Your poem is exquisitely beautiful and sensual, Gwen! I love the contrast between the warm beginning and the intense ending.

    ”Until the violet haze of their petals
Quivering in the small movements beside them,
Fade away to nothing.”

    These verses remind me of a powerful summer storm – abrupt, yet fascinating!✨🍃😌

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