The Summer Sun


Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889
 The Summer Sun

A too big sky
Is fine for winter
All that wide open
Pale and watery light.

But summer calls for
A narrow valley or
Perhaps an ancient tree
Where my back
Fits just so.

I look to the mountains
See that deep balm?
The summer sky
Will never find
Me there.

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Comments

  1. I'll settle for a supporting tree, too! A nice little tribute to the prompt!

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  2. I'd like to join you at that spot. Is the tree big enough for the two of us if we're sitting back to back?

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  3. "Pale and watery light." What a perfect description.

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  4. You are right on target! I loved this one.

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  5. Love it - to go where the summer sun will never find you. I'm with you!

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  6. i wanna go find a tree to fit my back...smiles.

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  7. You've set me to daydreaming. We could all use a shady tree this time of year.

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  8. Be nice to avoid the summer sun at times, well stated.

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  9. Dear Bug
    Yeah for shade
    This was a super poem
    and yes, you do need to get to a beach pretty soon!

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  10. Great summer poem. I feel that tree against my back. I feel myself nodding off.

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  11. I love the first stanza! Such a peaceful poem, beautiful

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  12. yes the balance of light
    and the sanctuary of trees

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