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Summer's Trumpet's Call
by Dan Linn
Summer's trumpet's clarion call,
blackberry glory's harvest wall,
juice so rich, runs river miles
up mouth's corner's secret smiles.
Because of days like this to come,
despite the sadder things we've done,
we wait for this year's farmer boy
to plant the seeds of summer's joy,
Yes, the fortunate times are on us,
despite the fires of fear's dark forests,
and serious cycles of suffering to fall,
we dance like children through it all.
Love as bright as a summer's day,
though there may be hell to pay,
This moment, this bloom, rose gay,
blows all the winter's blues away.
07/12/2013 Author's Note: My annual happy summer day.
Posted on 07/16/2013
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/16/13 at 11:29 PM So much to look forward to in this season. I just finished harvesting peas - on to beans, raspberries every third day. I really enjoyed that first stanza's " juice so rich, runs river miles
up mouth's corner's secret smiles." Thanks for this. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 07/23/13 at 04:04 PM Summer sun sings all through this, with the sweet drifting berry-stained images of that brown and skint-knee'd frolic through memory-and what gives us glimpses of timelessness when we tilt back our heads and breathe in all the rich air. I closed my eyes after reading this...and all my summers were there. Thank you for the write, Danny. lk |
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