Poems by Patricia Cisco

Reminiscent melodies
serenade the morning breeze.

Feathered creatures nest with care
in cherry blossoms pink and fair.

Perfumed scent of roses flow.
Tiny blades of green grass grow.

Misty showers soak the earth,
glorious colors come to birth.

Gathering clouds come and go,
rain, sun, and vibrant bow.

Dainty petals, fancy flair,
dancing in the warm, sweet air.

Violets, yellows, purest white,
graceful, gentle, welcomed sight.

Thank you, oh sweet lovely Spring,
patiently waiting the charms you bring!

Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.

Brief as dusk and swift as dawn,
twilight hour, has come and gone.

Like waves that kiss a sandy shore,
returning to the ocean floor,

and brilliant stars that streak the sky,
must bid the universe goodbye,

and so it is with you and I,
and so it is with you and I.

So, play in waves that kiss the shore.
Enjoy the twilight hours more,

and wish upon the stars that shine,
for only now is yours and mine,

and so it is with you and I
till this brief life we bid goodbye!

As she tip-toes cross the sea,
she slips in so subtly.

Sharing her charms upon the earth,
kissing nature with rebirth.

She is fair and whimsical;
somewhat lackadaisical.

She lives her life in a childish way,
never planning day to day.

Spreading her wings of soft warm winds,
this is how her journey begins.

She likes to make her presence known,
with lavender scents that's all her own,

she travels with the Monarch king,
on her finger like an elegant ring.

Tucked inside her sachet purse
are fireflies she will disperse,

A lilac bouquet full of honey suckle rose,
cascades down her arm to the tip of her toes.

Dressed in golden rays of light,
her mantle laced in blue and white,

her lush trail of emerald green,
her ruffled hem of florals seen,
from coast to coast and in between.

In her glory she holds her torch high,
warming the waters and lighting the sky.

Suddenly she begins to cry,
she even has to wonder why.

Temperamental she can be,
her thunderous voice and raging sea.

Though she calms down quite beautifully,
ribbons of rainbows she paints in the sky,
as she continues to pass on by.

She's as wild as the waves in the ocean,
as gentle as her sweet southern breeze,

she tends to all the nectar,
that flows within the trees.

She rests by where the willows weep,
and roams through fields of amber wheat.

She hides in forests dark and deep,
and climbs up to the mountain peak,

then soars to valleys down below,
there she watches orchards grow.

When evening comes, she wanders off into the starlit skies,
and gazes at the heavens with her sapphire eyes.

She dreams of dawns tomorrow,
when her ventures begin anew,
waking all the earth by sprinkling morning dew.

She is so very fickle,
she will not stay too long,

never wears her welcome out,
where she can not belong.

Soon there will come a day,
we will feel her presence gone,

she has crossed the vast horizon,
where she must triumph on.

She's known by many names throughout the land and sea,
but we just call her Summer; she lives eternally!

With angels on this summer day,
you never woke; you slipped away.

Now day just dims into the night.
I always wake in sorrow's light.

Your smile, your face, not in my sight.
Your precious memories I hold tight.

My son won't rise from this day on.
Time has stopped; my days don't dawn.

No, not a dream, I'm here to stay.
I cannot breathe past this long day when angels took my son away,

How is my life to carry on?
So empty since my son is gone.

A mother's grief, a window of tears.
Same long, long day into my years!

I pierce this veil of life and death
with purest love within my depth.

No, not a dream; I'm here to stay
within this long, long summer day.