OMG... i wish i could write like you so much!! you are so good. i loved it...!!

...seriously, are you an author?! AMAZING.

I think this is very well written, and it's so heartbreaking! It's kind of reality hitting home in the last stanza.

Good work, nice flow to it.

~painted

this is lovely... I love the almost lilting tone to it.

[To lay on scented petals, beneath a summer sky.

Wings of misty magic, painted lilac rose,]

You definitely have a talent for imagery. Oh, God, thinking of this reminds me of my summer nights back in high school. I got a bit nostalgic/sentimental while reading this - just goes to show your talent in bringing out emotion and to think it's from a poem! I always admired poets because tehy have to bring out the same emotion writers do in such limited number of words.

Do you mean 'lay' or 'lie'?

As usual, I enjoyed your perfect rhyme =) It's especially notable that you repeated some of your rhymes which added to the effect of the repetition of some of the keywords.

The rhythm is beautiful, but I think the 2nd verse is slightly off beat.

But overall, beautifully done as usual XD

~fleur

"Muted moths, flying softly by." I found this line very interesting - as if the word 'muted' suggests that the moths are dead, and thus, are 'flying softly by' in the form of ghosts.

"Painted lilac rose." Oh my. The colour imagery here is absolutely stunning.

"Enchanted now in memory." I love this line - it's both relatable and heart-warming. :)

wow, love this poem, I especially love the line And crickets start to chirp, in ephemeral throng,

Adding now their chorus, to the moth’s sweet muted song.

Keep up the great work

Aww, your words are so pretty! And you do the continuity thing so well :) And I love that you used moths and not butterflies :) Everything works so well! *hugs*

Gosh, this is simply wonderful. So evocative and wistful, I loved it. My favourite part was: 'I trace the sky’s white clouds, and hope this day will last.'

"Sounds of muted moths, flying softly by" puzzled me at first. Then I realized that if you sit very still on a quiet Summer day, you almost can hear moth or butterfly wings' gentle flutter. Your nature poems are lovely and memorable, but it will be a challenge for you to make Summer as enchanting as Autumn. I think you've made a good start.

"leaves that own no number" is just beautiful.

Suggestion: I would use a different word to describe the colour of the moths in the second stanza, as you use "lilac" in the first. It's such a pretty colour/word that it's noticeable when repeated, that's all.

The same for "muted", it's a lovely word that's too unique to be repeated without it raising a flag, unless the repetition is deliberate which I didn't get the feeling it was.

Thankyou for your kind reviews, I really enjoyed this :)

Jack

Clearly, you have a talent for imagery. There are many beautiful, evocative lines in this poem - my particular favourites are 'Wings of misty magic, painted lilac rose,/ So swing the summer breeze, as poems of short repose'. The latter of those two lines is almost Renaissance in cadence - I'd love you to have a glance at Andrew Marvell's 'Upon Appleton House' - in fact, as it's such a long poem, I'll paste here a little excerpt to show you what I mean:

How safe, methinks, and strong, behind
These Trees have I incamp'd my Mind;
Where Beauty, aiming at the Heart,
Bends in some Tree its useless Dart;
And where the World no certain Shot
Can make, or me it toucheth not.
But I on it securely play,
And gaul its Horsemen all the Day.

Bind me ye Woodbines in your 'twines,
Curle me about ye gadding Vines,
And Oh so close your Circles lace,
That I may never leave this Place:
But, lest your Fetters prove too weak,
Ere I your Silken Bondage break,
Do you, O Brambles, chain me too,
And courteous Briars nail me though.

He writes about the crickets too, elsewhere, but that it beside the point! Of course, he was writing 350 years ago and half about the civil war, whereas your poem is a tad more naturalistic and idealistic, but there's the same sense of encroaching darkness, of short-lived pleasures and, of course, magical imagery.
I'm being rather long-winded and scholarly here, for which I apologise, but needless to say a poem I do not admire does not stimulate comparison with my dearest classic pieces. So well done you, and I think I will add this piece to my favourites.

Gatsby

"Wings of misty magic, painted lilac rose"
Oh I love that line!!

This poem reminds me of Armidale... how pretty and lovely!!