Youth’s Dreams

Written for: Poetic Boomings2 - Prompt #305 - Summer Leaves?

"When Summer leaves, Autumn comes rushing in. But, no one ever sings about Summer Leaves. So today I’ve listed part of the lyrics for Autumn Leaves. Use a phrase, word grouping or line in your poem, or as an inspiration and write that colorful piece."


(Lyrics by: Jacques Prévert in French and Johnny Mercer in English)

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall…

Beneath the green of Summer's canopy
we picnicked on baguettes, and softened Brie.
Your lips did press to mine, a Summer kiss.
With a sip of Chardonnay we felt pure bliss.

A silhouette of leaves upon the lake
tattooed shoulders, swimming 'til we ached.
A seafood dinner, side of sunburn
which did not deter making love, we learned.

'Twas season of our youth's exploration.
For several Summers, our expectation
was that we would always be together,
we'd take our vows, we'd promise forever.

That bloom of youth now edges toward Winter,
We are married, though not to each other.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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