
This week, I was inspired to change it up a little bit and post a poem instead of the usual fictional piece because of the poetry unit we are doing in ELA. In English, summer soiree translates to summer evening, and I wanted to represent my vision of a warm, late summer night when the world is on the cusp of autumn.
Summer soiree by Autumn Brutyn
The sun sets over the world
Illuminating the land in a golden glow
Beams of light receding,
Welcoming the shadows of night.
As the moon descends from heaven,
A pale and milky white,
And drenches the sky in moonlight,
Upon this summer night.
An eagle watches from a far up branch,
Surveying the rolling lands
A sea of trees with yellowing leaves
Heavenly and serene upon the gnarled branch he stands.
How could such an ugly color
Give way to brilliant gold?
How can such a grotesque, rotting yellow,
Hold orange and fiery crimsons untold?
Each baring branch claws the sky,
Bathed in silver light,
Each blade of grass glimmers with dew,
The world shines with moonbeams
Descending from the sky.
Feathers ruffle in the breeze,
Gazing out to the sparkling sea
A distant wave crashes,
A cry out to the land.
Sand glimmers gold in the sweet shining light
A symphony of sounds whisper on the wind
Tides pounding the shore, a canary’s lovestruck song,
Melancholy gales howl through the trees
Yet the eagle still stands strong.
Summer soiree, the moon is shining bright
Summer evening, autumn creeps through the world
Summer soiree, an eagle surveys the night
Beautiful starlight as the dark gives way to day,
The gorgeous, gleaming colors
Soft wind blows over
Heaven on earth, the perfect
Summer soiree
Awesome poetry, Autumn! You utilized vivid, descriptive images as you took the reader directly inside the eyes of the perched eagle as he surveyed the approaching night sky.
I enjoyed the change of genre you posted today. I hope you are enjoying your poetry unit. I always hated poetry until I had an amazing teacher in high school that opened a whole new world to me by allowing me, as a reader, to also become an interpreter of the prose without fear that my interpretation was not what the poet had intended. Poetry became one of my very favorite genres from that point forward😊.
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Love it, great job!
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