First XII

Concluding the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series [12 of 12]

Inevitably August time
when this month comes around
would see us looking forward
to a holiday we’d found
Somewhere hot and balmy
and usually on a ship
far across the ocean
for our destination trip

Tri-haiku XXIII (August)

The comfort of a
quiet morning in summer
August in England

Writing at first light
and then, as the sun rises
Chorus of the dawn

Welcomes in the day
as I do in readiness
with August sunshine

This time last year

This time last year in August
we were flyng to Croatia
heading Adriatic way
with a dosage of asphasia

In French I am quite fluent
Greek and Spanish understood
and we’d manage with Italian
I’m pretty sure we could

Raining in August

This year we decided
not to travel to sun
but enjoy it at home for a change
But perhaps that decision
now with some derision
with hindsight, we should rearrange

August

12 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

And as we settle to this lovely heat
I find myself in summer sun
Relishing these warming days
filled with things that speak of fun

Through and through a summer person
I could live the year like this
as days of warming sunshine
are to me ones filled with bliss

Days are a little shorter now
but the sun’s intensity
could stay and keep the summer
here in perpetuity

Too hot for the beach

It’s too hot for the beach I think
so in the garden I will stay
relaxing in the sunshine
on this August Saturday

Heat (haiku)

Sunshine glows golden
The summer of August shines
and heat continues

Twelve months eight

This poem starts a series
that will run through the year
A new one when the first
of every month is drawing near
And August starts it off
as it seemed the thing to do
No better place than summer
to begin a series, new

Heat Shimmer

The vine simmers
In August’s heated temper

Autumn’s song

I’m not discounting summer
although August is now gone
For September days bring welcome rays
before the Autumn’s song

Bank Holiday

It’s Bank Holiday Monday
And it’s raining outside
But that was the forecast
So we’re not that surprised

Browner

 

In July when working
It was thirty-five plus
But now August it’s cooler
And I don’t want to fuss

Haiku: Fond recollections

Cerulean skies,

Sultry August days alive