Who with empassion’d breath, a poem

More fun with the sonnet form.

It’s only Spring who sings to me this morn,
With hair like honey gold and cool blue eyes.
The Winter ravaged fields she’ll soon adorn
With buds that wait for rain drops from the skies.

Seeds that lie beneath the ground in death,
Before Spring’s fertile sister will rejoice:
Hot-eyed Summer, who with empassion’d breath
Dances naked to rhythms of her choice.

I hear nymph-like Summer softly singing,
A carnal alto, her footfall’s soft descent.
Her perfume the soft caressing breeze is bringing.
Her sultry spell upon me won’t relent.

I close my eyes and dream about the day
When in the flowered fields entwined we lay.

Stephen P. Smith


3 Responses to “Who with empassion’d breath, a poem”

  1. 1 Lolly
    July 31, 2007 at 9:35 pm

    Oh, that’s luscious!

    I was trying to make that way. Glad you liked it!

    And Janis Joplin’s “Summertime” just came on the radio! Not my favorite version, but still…..

    Interesting. That actually IS my favorite version. Thanks for stopping by.


  2. 2 Red
    August 2, 2007 at 12:59 am

    Your words make me tingle, MrSmith. The way you circle the words into sentences is just . . wonderfully luscious, just as Lolly said. Took the word right outta my mouth.

    Thanks! This was a fun one to write. I’m glad you enjoyed it!


  3. August 3, 2007 at 10:23 pm

    It’s a beauty all around Mr. Smith.
    I am especially in love with the first verse and how the last two lines leave me no choice other then to close my eyes and dream……..

    And just as i might miss the next season, I have missed flavouring your lines…… It’s such a treat to have you back……

    Thanks, Spas! Believe me, it’s good to be back!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

taking up a glowing cinder with the tongs and lighting with it the long cherry-wood pipe which was wont to replace his clay when he was in a disputatious rather than a meditative mood" ~ Dr. John H. Watson ************************
visitor stats
Click to see full version by whos.amung.us
Click here if you want to learn the truth about second hand smoke
A Boston University Physician exposes the fallacies of the anti-smoking movement.

My Guests

  • 226,655 visitors
Murder of Ravens' RSS feed

What they’re reading

Everything you want to know about the movies of today and yesterday. One of my favorite websites. If you love classical music, you have to visit this site.
July 2007
« May   Aug »

Thoughts from the Past

Creating Order from Chaos


%d bloggers like this: