That lavender time again II

It’s really quite strange
but this time last year
I picked all my lavender
and posted right here
On this very same day
In the mid-July sun
when the first set of flowers
were ready and done

Lilac Lovliness

They grow in abundance
by the railway bridge line
And their fragrance in summer
is completely divine
Their heady perfume
just intoxicates me
So I took this quick picture
for you all to see

One of those days

It’s been one of those days
when the lingering heat
makes everyone glisten
from heads to their feet
And there’s nothing to do
when the weather’s like this
Though I know that for many
it borders on bliss

summer sun

afternoon heat splashes
across parking lots,
making the air
wiggle and squirm –

Haiku-11

(photo by Linda Rose)

© L. Rose

Yellow Three

Seven colours, seven days
Yellow’s here today
The third one in the rainbow
and my favourite, I’d say

Sumptuous

They inspire in me a wholesomeness
as a new day is begun
Summer flowers in full array
awakened by the sun

First Lavender II

Summer brings a fragrance
which is heaven in a scent
Sweet lavender, my saving grace
my senses to augment

The fly-past

Gulls above the Metropole
a fly-past just for me
Here in Brighton in the sun
next to the deep blue sea

Slip Slide Away

Yesterday saw the Solstice
and the summer’s longest day
Midyear passes once again
as time slip slides away

Birthday (aka ‘Born to the sun’)

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

Secret Lives of Girls

Memories of summer nights

sky midnight silk

studded with diamonds

my heart beating fast

with you sitting next to me

on a scratchy plaid blanket

Resplendent

Full of life and joie de vivre
flowers in full bloom
So resplendent in their glory…

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