Summer is Coming
A poem about the spring to summer transition.
Spring, summer, spilling.
Sorted scents, sizzling sun,
school semesters shortening.
Students, suppressed spirits,
suddenly seizing summer sensations, splendor.
Swimming, sportfishing, surfing,
sipping soda, soaking sweatiness, satisfied.
Schedules surrounding sunshine—
seamless, structured.
Siblings scramble, snapshots shine,
splashing shallows, soft sands.
Summer seed, sprouted.
About the Creator
Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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