There... Nothing To Do
Poem — Challenge Entry: The Road Drops Here
There... nothing to do.
Fall begins and my
summer just sits.
A sudden emptiness,
in July—
a hollowness picked.
Goodbye to Spring.
Tripping!
For too early— in July.
Every now and then,
the betweens... with snow.
What’s left to do is
wander into sto',
search the glo',
curl slow
into a fetal pose,
and wait.
There... nothing to do.
In July.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Who has nothing to do in the Summer...long walks, sunshine, so much to do.