Sultry

Mid May and springtime evenings
with warmth still in the air
left over from the sunshine
that has been shining there

Sunshine IV

Sometimes those sunshine moments
catch you unaware
when beams of warmth come calling
and find you waiting there

Promise in store

The daffodils are past their prime
but here at Horsted Keynes
The sunset comes at eight o’clock
and we all know what that means

Sunshine III

Sunshine is my solace
and a tonic for my soul
It reminds me who I really am
and helps to keep me whole

A Little Green Frog (child’s poem)

 

I am a frog.

A little green frog.

Sunny Days

credit: adventuresintheozarks.com

 

Even when Winter really hasn’t been that bad
I long for the warmth brought by each sunny day
I’ll never tire of Summer with its hours of sunlight
Riding down roads without needing a word to say.

Afternoon delight

Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight

Winter’s Weeping

I only wish that this could stay…

the yellow’s that are found in May.

Finding your sublime

Yes, I know it’s winter out there
and it’s miserable and wet
But with your imagination
A little summer I can get
It’s really not that difficult
your mind’s eye is what you need
and a willingness to just let go
and listen as agreed

The winter bully

Breath escapes in tiny clouds
a whisper to the chill
as icy iron fingers grab
and hassle me at will
I’m minding my own business
A summer’s child adrift
Lost in this cold wilderness
and feeling somewhat miffed

Last Lavender – tanka

Yet, as winter comes
the last lavender remains
Born of the summer
it stands, poignant to remind
us of warmth now lost to chill

Sunday Picnic in Kyoto

Morning frustrations melt away
As the heat of the sun warms the grass.
The day is a hot, but welcome, departure
From a premature foray into fall.
Under the cover of its colorful umbrella,
The canopy of changing leaves keeps us cool.

Like A Sunflower

Like a sunflower in a sunny field,

she would smile at everyone,

as if every face she met was her sun.

photo from pexels.com

Another day of summer

There may have been a touch
of Autumn in the air
as it started pretty chilly
with my arms, as usual, bare
But when the sun came out
from behind the Eastern sky
it rapidly got warmer
promising another high

Remnant of Summer

On the breath of a morning
I caught in the air
a lingering fragrance
subtle and rare
A remnant of summer
to cherish and hold
and remain with me as
the autumn turns gold

Promises Golden

The day started golden
with promise in store
that there would be warmth
with the sunshine once more
Mid-September but still
the summer is here
Though autumn is calling
and is close by I fear

Heat Shimmer

The vine simmers
In August’s heated temper

Holiday III

It’s great to sit out in the sunshine
and feel its warmth upon my skin
Especially when, time on my hands
there’s no need to go back in

Sunshine yellow

The beds were full of yellow dahlias
in the churchyard yesterday
Looking lovely in the sunshine
as we paused along the way
We sat and had a coffee
and admired the glorious scene
Quite the most attractive
for a while that there has been

A cracking way to start the day

A cracking way to start the day
riding along the beach
The sea deep blue reflecting sky
and there in easy reach

Part of me would love to stop
jump in and have a swim
But I really need to get to work
and get some hours in

Windy days

Wind in my hair
and wind in my face
It’s blowing me round
and all over the place

Shiny shiny

Shiny shiny
the river today
as slow to the sea
it ebbs on its way
On the footbridge I pause
and soak up the sun
on this wonderful morning
as the day is begun

This garden

Within this garden
summer is captured daily
Sunshine and the rain

Before the rain

Just before the rain
River water smoothly lies
Ebbing to the sea

Lavender for a smile

Yes, I know it looks lovely
in the sunshine out there
But, cropped now its fragrance
is filling the air
So, for double the pleasure
I have a lavender pile
Whilst outside there’s new growth
with crop two for a smile

The beach and me (part II)

It’s much better down here today
the sun is with me and, hey
though the South-Westerly is still pretty strong
it’s blowing me home all the way

Two gulls and a fine morning

Two gulls perched on beach huts
facing out to sea
and as I passed by on my bike
they turned to look at me
I bade them a ‘Good Morning’
and I’m pretty sure that they
said same in seagull language
as I hurried on my way

Haven by the sea

Opened up the beach hut
which needs a lick of paint
But it’s still a lovely place to be
All ours and very quaint