JULY POETRY

Sweet Summer

By

Cheryl D. Faison

sweet summer days in the sun

we were children

playing

laughing

dancing

praying winter would never come

picking blackberries, strawberries

playing ring around the posies

being silly and fun

as birds watched us being nosy

we were the wind

blowing daffodils away

we were needles hiding when

we tossed in the hay

making mud pies out of

red clay dirt cleaning our hands

on our shorts or our shirts

mama and granny calling saying

“supper is done”

shoveling down our meals

so we could say

good bye to the sun

then when stars would fall

and blanket the milky way

we would look upon them

and wish for another day

just like the one ending

with memories and fun

I forever cherish those precious

days in the sweet summer sun

The Secret

By

Cheryl D. Faison

 
There is a light in the wood 
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace

A rendezvous in darkness
Dances the serendipitous
Waltz beneath the moons light 

Anatomical tempos compose to
Orchestrate amorous sonatas 
Of blissfully lyrical sighs
Musical moans heard deep inside 

The wood where there is a light
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace