Summer Loves
When gazing 'cross love's glistening expanse,
The magic of those June thru August moons ...
Was bound to weave the warmest of romance -
Its beams, the dreamy silk of summer swoons.
Those sizzling weeks were somehow rarefied,
With breath that stirred a longing deep within,
And carried angels, blessed, but just this side
Of being much too chaste and sweet for sin.
Oh brief, the winsome balm of summer days,
Yet briefer are the courtships that they bind -
Those magic spring-tide sparks, so set ablaze,
Burn hot-but-faster, in the hearts they find.
Tho' all those summer flings will find us old,
The embers warm us ... as our days grow cold.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Summer Love Sonnet" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "May 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Memories Of May" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Sponsor.
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