Drifting in Summer Fields
It's August…and I'm Caught in a Trance
August Ripens
Off the vine— burgundy fruit brim dappled streets. A river flows. And like a trance I traverse umber meadows walking vast swaths of countryside. Crickets hum in bluestem grass— hours drift. A hazy sun lights a path for my feet. Led by subtle cues I find myself awestruck; each day that passes dusk falls. The night slants low, swallows the day whole. And I lie awake— wanting more.
Seasons come and go…what will you miss the most?
This is absolutely gorgeous, Kassi, lyrical, immersive, and richly atmospheric. Your use of rhythm and imagery draws the reader in so effortlessly. That closing line, “and I lie awake, wanting more,” lingers in the best way. The flow is gentle yet rhythmic, with each image unfolding like brushstrokes on a canvas. I loved every bit of it, and your reading made it all the more special. 😍❤️☀️✨️
Beautiful poem, Kassi. I especially love those last four lines—stunning!