Summer is a poem about the nature in summer.


Summer



The morning is pale of its dream.
Mowers sharpen the blades and talk
silently, for it is just dawning.
At a passerby, a chained dog is
barking and jumping onto the fence.

Across the river, a snake is carrying the
living fish. An angler is laughing. In the
high cornstalks, women are
talking and working.

Swollen udders of cows. Tanned farmers
are coming back home. Above the fruitful
plum trees, the caring skies see their
children off into one more summer night.





Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:36

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