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Now read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?

     i. summergirl,
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.

the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
surefooted smile.

     ii. you have grown
so fast.
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
perched treetop,
fallen antlers in your hands.

you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.

     iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams 
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.

summergirl, the snow is deep.
the river is hungry.

     iv. you fall with the spring
and the wolves grieve
for their bright-eyed

     v. the grass grows on.
There. I think I like this one better. Forgive the WIPspam. ^^;
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SpiderwebWisher Jan 31, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
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SycamoreSea Dec 26, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
There is something about this poem that is so utterly right that it feels familiar, like I must have read it before, or written it in a dream - but I know that I haven't read it before, or it would already be in my favorites. (: The images are astoundingly bright and sharp - crowthroated, lighthouse eyes, fallen antlers.

you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.

This is my favorite, although I also love autumn finds you with broken ankles.

And the end is perfect; we watch the seasons turn, and no matter what happens to summergirl, they keep turning. This is utterly beautiful. <3
Thank you so much! :heart:
SycamoreSea Jan 4, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No worries! c:
SvalaW Oct 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This poem is so beautiful and melancholic.

First off all the title attracted my attention as it suggested a 'happy' poem about summer and warmth. But then, (purposefully?) leaving the word summergirl small-lettered somehow dimmed that 'happiness' and suggested something more behind that title, at least for me.
Small-lettered words always give me a weary feeling. I don't know if that was your intention here, but it certainly fit well with the general mood of the poem.

The first stanza is so strongly positive. I love that phrase lungs full of sky. Just reading that made my breathing easier. I also love that part
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.

And the surefooted smile.
It's such a good description about what summer can do to the looks of a person, in a beautiful way.

Then the second stanze breaks that positive feeling, which was established in the first one. Literally breaks it with that phrase autumn finds you with broken ankles. It's a fantastic way to turn the mood. Then the picture of leaning on an oak branch and watching the skies is soothing again. But my favourite part about this stanza is the animal-symbolism. Very nice.

The third stanza just gives me goosebumps, especially the last line the river is hungry. It's scary and really good forshadowing to what is about to happen to the summergirl. I live beside a river and therefore I can totally picture a hungry, winter-frozen river.

I find it wonderfully refreshing and surprising in a good way that 'the summergirl falls in spring'. From what I had read in 'autumn' and the title summergirl I suspected for the summergirl to 'die in winter'. But no, she falls in spring. And now that really makes my heart clench. She was so close to summer again, she could have made it.

And then the last line, not "life goes on" or "the season goes on" or whatever, but the grass grows on. Simply ingenious!

Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem!
Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this incredible comment. <3 It made my day.
SvalaW Oct 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're most welcome. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It made my month. C;
The word 'tumbling' is perfect here. It drew me and and I fell in love.
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