That's right, folks. Poem of the week is back!
If you're interested in sharing your poetry here, send it to me at poetry@saracrawford.net. I always love to share poems with people :-)
Here's a poem I stumbled across on Poet's Haven.
Disappearing on a Summer Morning
by Christopher Fox
I fall down deep through the air
Dipping my fingers in the quiet earth
A small boy with blond hair and blue
Eyes walks outisde and lies on me
Making snow angels all morning
I am born in the winter and
I die in the summer
I lie down quietly on the cold earth
And wait for children to lie down
And make snow angels of me
Through the long afternoons
I fall on the children's heads and
Wait till dawn when it is time to dream
While lying in bed they wonder
When summer will arrive
As I swiftly fall down
Through the cold night air
The earth warms up at last
Light dawns and it warms me up
The morning has come and a small
Boy on a rooftop shouts out
Summer! And slowly day by day
I fade in each morning's light
If you're interested in sharing your poetry here, send it to me at poetry@saracrawford.net. I always love to share poems with people :-)
Here's a poem I stumbled across on Poet's Haven.
Disappearing on a Summer Morning
by Christopher Fox
I fall down deep through the air
Dipping my fingers in the quiet earth
A small boy with blond hair and blue
Eyes walks outisde and lies on me
Making snow angels all morning
I am born in the winter and
I die in the summer
I lie down quietly on the cold earth
And wait for children to lie down
And make snow angels of me
Through the long afternoons
I fall on the children's heads and
Wait till dawn when it is time to dream
While lying in bed they wonder
When summer will arrive
As I swiftly fall down
Through the cold night air
The earth warms up at last
Light dawns and it warms me up
The morning has come and a small
Boy on a rooftop shouts out
Summer! And slowly day by day
I fade in each morning's light