Going Blind In The Sunshine

Watch my eyes, they dip and dive, my hand over my mouth,
my chin in my shoulder, away like the cold – it’s spring. Let’s go.
The trees are shaking off their bitter time spent contemplating their
poesy to sing. Now, they begin the music, green notes illumed
lightbulbs, they’re on. Let’s head outside into the ramose sunshine.

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A ray of sun captured (and revisited)

2 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Beach Huts’ series

I captured the sunset
at the beach hut today
Late in the evening
with a golden display

Reflective and gorgeous
the warmth of the sun
captured right here
as the day is all done

You can never have too much yellow (revisited)

6 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Yellow’ series

You can never have too much yellow
for it’s the colour of the sun
And I’d challenge you to disagree
it’s not loved by everyone

For me that’s going to be the case
for as long as I can see
For it’s synonymous with summer
Where I so love to be

Floral

Flowers in vases
Splashes of colour
Reminds us in winter
That sometimes it’s summer

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Photo – Jempics

Riding with Seagulls (reprise)

4 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

I’m riding with seagulls
down here on the beach
as they fly alongside me
just out of reach
It’s like swimming with dolphins
just as wonderful and
the only change is that
I’m still on the land

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

Pining for summer

So, winter has me in its grip
and won’t let go right now
Her cold and icy fingers
spider-like across my brow
Shivering, I try to smile
and brave the worst of it
But winter’s not what I’m about
and never seems to fit

SPRING WILL RETURN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Denuded Flowers
Remain
A Stark Witness
Of A Summer Season
Past 

As Autumn
Slips Under
Winter’s Blanket
Of Snow

Mother Nature (4) – Rapeseed

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

Day four and back to yellow
and in May the fields of Rape
Amazing and spectacular
there on the landscape

Mother Nature (1) – Lavender

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And today I start with lavender
my favourite by far
Its colour and its fragrance
to which I am particular

Hark!

Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar

my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn

Thinking of summer

And around about this time of year
when winter’s settling in
The days are getting shorter
and I’ve started shivering
It’s then I think of summer
and wish that I was there
When instead of wearing jumpers
my arms and legs are bare

wild in the ice

ill never understand the world,
how he chooses to wear
cloaks and scarves and sweaters
and stockings throughout

Nasturtium Fields

Although they may be fading
in the sunshine here today
A field of bright nasturtiums
in proud exuberance lay

Yellows, red and orange
and in between some green
as wonderful a palette
as I think I may have seen

Reflected Summer

Summer in the water
reflected by the green
Its millpond surface smooth
reflecting where I’ve been
Days of warmth and pleasure
bathing in the sun
Life exuding nature
enjoyed by everyone

Oregon Summer 2017

The summer left Oregon in haste

Like an old friend that paid a visit

Then had a falling out

The rains of autumn quickly came to take her place

Quenching the land’s thirst with violent downpours

Nine bells

It blew nine bells again last night
But you’d never know this morning
As, when the night time clouds had cleared
A lovely day was dawning

The sun was bright, the sky was blue
and the wind had disappeared
Something of a respite
from the cooler day we’d feared

You can never have too much yellow

You can never have too much yellow
for it’s the colour of the sun
And I’d challenge you to disagree
it’s not loved by everyone

For me that’s going to be the case
for as long as I can see
For it’s synonymous with summer
Where I so love to be

Pavilion Gardens

In Brighton there’s a cafe
in a garden with a view
Overlooking the Pavilion
(to some, the palace new)

It’s famous for its rock buns
(though today we did decline)
as we are on a diet
with an eye on our waistline

Tangible

I was only away for just over a week
But that’s enough to get used to the heat
And enough now I’m home to feel at a loss
And that somehow things aren’t quite complete
It was tangible there, like something you touched
and present by day and at night
But back home in England, there’s a chill in the air
even though the sunshine’s still bright

The Tree by the Lake

The water in the lake evaporates,

hungry dogs in the shade repose,

sweat runs down my back.

The road burns my soles

as I walk under the scorcher.

Elixir

Elixir

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Ice tea

Heat elixir

Sweet, spicy, exotic

Eases the thirsty soul craving

Summer Rain

Summer Rain

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Can you smell the summer rain

As it trickles, trickles, trickles down

Washing away the grime and stain

Appeasing the thirsty ground.

Dahlias

Yellow, bright and lovely
Three words, though there are more
To capture what the Dahlia
each summer has in store

august.

in gold painted towns,
an obtuse sun chases
people indoors.

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

Mallow

Pink and magnanimous
the tree mallow knows
that here in midsummer
it’s here to disclose

Sunset (haiku)

The sun lazily
Sinks under the horizon
On a summer eve