An ode to Summer

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Momentum carries me forward
into the heat of the day
for a warmth that summer belongs to
with feeling mere words cannot say
It’s the season I always long for
Its comfort a tangible thing
Its presence to hold and cling onto
for a smile and a reason to sing

Dichotomy

Yes, there’s beauty in winter
I’ll give you that
But, no brainer given the choice
As between both of these
Quite opposed to the freeze
it’s the summer in which I rejoice

Finding Summer

1 of 12 in ‘The Adriatic Affair’ series from Jemverse

We’re off to find the summer
for a little while at least
and from now til mid-November
all working has now ceased

Yet we shiver in our shirtsleeves
beneath cold English skies
before towards the summer
our big jet plane it flies

Dubrovnik in Croatia
awaits us basking in the sun
beginning here our autumn break
with eight more days to come

September 30th

The last day of September
Summer’s waxed and waned away
Yet with warmth still here around me
Autumn’s yet to have its say
There’s still time for shorts and t-shirts
and for sitting in the sun
for though the days are shorter
cooler times have yet to come
So, as a child of summer
Autumn days can bide their time
For I’m still happy in the sun
whilst it stays warm and fine

Sussex Prairies

Sussex Prairies was a find
up near Henfield way
A lovely sculpture garden
on a lovely summer’s day
Yellow flowers in abundance
enjoyed by everyone
exemplified the sculpture
in the glorious August sun
And after cake and cups of tea
we took a new route home
Pleased this place discovered
Somewhere else to us now known

Ditchling Beacon

Ditching Beacon in late summer
with views of Sussex Weald
walking slowly in the heat
cast by the sun’s strong yield

Wolfgang’s with us trotting slow
sniffing here and there
Inquisitive, excited
the moment here to share

By and by we’ll head on home
but an ice-cream first I think
Eating quickly, lest they melt
whilst Wolfgang has a drink

Lavender bagging

Bagged up all my lavender
in bunches hung above me
drying out and making
all around me smell quite lovely
A bumper crop this year
has meant a lot more bags to do
which later on as little gifts
may find their way to you

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

Redolent of the sun

Colours I remember
from when I was very young
Stayed with me into later years
with so many seasons come
But one has been a steadfast
for me a lucky fellow
The vibrancy of summer
captured in the colour yellow

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

Tri-haiku XX (Circular Green)

This circular green
Grown, cut back, abundant now
as summer takes hold

This circular green
A comfort true and fragrant
These summer senses

This circular green
With me, part of me, in me
I am in summer

Joie de vivre III

Just a simple glimpse
of yellow does the trick
to bring a smile and tear

Fills my heart
with summer sun
and joie de vivre and cheer

Tri-haiku XIX (Summer)

Now this summer sun
brings yellow to the fore
and I am shining

Now this summer sun
brings a warmth that radiates
and I am browning

Now this summer sun
brings a laughter to the fore
and I am grinning

Come Summer

This time last year
we were spoilt that’s for sure
As the sunshine it came
and the temperatures soared
But this year it seems
we’ve returned to the fray
For June in full swing
sees rain every day

Circles I

And so to circles
Spreading like raindrops
in summer puddles
they give to reflection
for a moment or two
And then they are gone
Like whimsy
on a sunshine day

60 (aka ‘Born to the sun again’)

I’ve seen sixty summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun

A child of a Thursday
I had far to go
And I’m still on the journey
and still in the flow

I’ve memories a plenty
and a lot more to come
for this child of the summer
who was born to the sun

June III

No 10 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

Momentum carries us to June
from the month of May
The sunshine warm, the summer here
the lengthening of day

And loud I hear the whooping cheer
for summertime now come
Days of whimsy wait for all
now springtime is undone

Tri-haiku XVIII (Summer’s Child)

I am summer’s child
Born of Spring, I blossom and
bloom to full glory

Freshly mown grass

Freshly mown grass
the fragrance sublime
right here in the garden
that is Sal’s and mine
It smells of the summer
the sunshine and more
that’s coming our way
with promise in store

Of summer

Strong, fresh cold winds
blow through me
like I’m a shadow
Yet, in my mind’s eye
I am summer
and translucent

Coo of Night

personal photo

 

 

 

 

In cathedrals of green.  The stately tall pillar stems.

Back in Sublime

So, when days tantalise
and it’s still a bit cold
‘Cos the warmth hasn’t yet come our way
And March sees some colour
with early Spring there
Evident on each sunny day

Sunshine IV revisited

No.6 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

It’s when those sunshine moments
catch you unaware
when beams of warmth come calling
and find you waiting there
And you are in your element
when summer calls your name
and dulcet sounds you’ve longed for
spring back to life again

In sunshine revisited

No.3 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

Lancing beach
the sunshine
the water, flat and calm
Lazy days in summer
the breeze, a gentle balm

People out
enjoying
conversation, light
Barbecues and beer
the sea, a lovely sight

When thoughts lie in summer

In this dark of December
to this iron bone
when daylight is seldom
and sunshine has flown
And winter, vice-like
has me firm in its hold
bombarding my senses
with fingers of cold
My thoughts lie in summer
when June in the light
paints warmth over all
that it has in its sight

Summer in Mind

A patch of wild flowers growing
in the churchyard yesterday
Reminded me that summer
wasn’t all that far away
And yes, I know it’s over
by the chill that’s in the air
Felt now come the mornings
seen by coats worn everywhere

My Favourite Place

Silver on a glistening sea
Sings its sweet refrain to me
as I relax here blissfully
in my favourite place

Seagulls flitting on the shore
as silent waves come back for more
Applauding for a long encore
in my favourite place

THE SUN IS A FICKLE LOVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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