Echoes of Summertime

Echoes of Summertime

As the frost settles into the earth
the echoes of summertime can be heard
through the swishing branches of the trees.
They whisper of forgotten yesterdays
and of distant, fading dreams.
Ghosts of the past linger here, and there
And try to hide
But the earth is so barren, so bare.

Cries of the lonely can be heard, too
mingling despair with fright
they shatter the silence
amidst blackest night.
Remnants slither and slink
reach with long fingers
into Summer’s sweet rose-pink,
but tangle in twigs of bony arms,
fall mangled on snow-topped rocks
with words caught in winter’s breath–
the winter silence mocks.
No one hears, except themselves.

In the deep of winter,
dead voices still moan,
frozen air still carries the sound
of haunting drone,
the melodies of days past–
of dreams finally buried underground
still calling out from grave to beyond.

((written and copyright by Anna, @ path of treasure. I first wrote this poem about 25 years ago, and I edited it a bit today from the original, although the first stanza is exactly the same. This is being submitted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop…visit each Wednesday to read more or to link your own!))
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23 Responses to Echoes of Summertime

  1. Reflections says:

    Love the photo image… a strong entry for your words. An eerie piece, beheld of ghosts and graves left to be discovered in future days.

  2. lori says:

    oh, those last few lines are especially amazing. a lot of personification here, which i always enjoy 🙂

  3. I enjoy this type of mournful serious poem, I grew up in the got fog and mist in England and am comfortable in that type of environment, hence I am comfortable inside this poem. A lovely write…

  4. I enjoyed this very much…your poem just flows. I think you’ve put into one poem all the poems I write!! Thanks… 🙂

  5. wolfsrosebud says:

    “but tangle in twigs of bony arms,
    fall mangled on snow-topped rocks
    with words caught in winter’s breath–
    the winter silence mocks.”

    A beautiful picture these verses paint… now onto spring!

  6. brian says:

    love the eerie imagery…a rather haunting piece…well spun…

  7. claudia says:

    a chilly piece and you’re not only writing about a lost season i guess..the ghosts of the past lingering..beautiful write

  8. HisFireFly says:

    Summer’s sweet rose pink —
    love this.

  9. Patricia says:

    First, I love that you have your poems from long ago… what a treasure! And such eerie, lurking thoughts…. made me think of Halloween. It’s nice to meet you!

    • pathoftreasure says:

      I have written a number of my poems in a little book, which I still have. Nice to meet you as well!

  10. Kelly says:

    I love the part about remnants slithering and shrinking. Good poem!

  11. Luke Prater says:

    some excellent descriptive passages here… nice work… enjoyed this

    Kind regards


  12. Ann Grenier says:

    This is a beautiful poem Anna. I feel a loss here, perhaps the buried dreams or the dreams that were attached to a person. I too am comfortable with the melancholy tone.

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