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

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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

The Sun’s Love Affair
With Summer Is Over, For Now

It’s Not Like It Is
A Sudden Surprise

Precipitation haiku

Soft pitter patter
Summer rain falls from the sky
Fragrant petrichor

Me, two crows and the beach

Just me at the beach hut
the sea and two crows
And what they were up to?
Well I guess no-one knows

A TWILIGHT KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit Alone In Silence
As A Summer Afternoon
Slowly Surrenders
To The Evening Sunset

The long sunset

A perfect end to perfect day
sitting on the beach
Watching the long sunset
with a beer in easy reach
It’s hot here in the sunshine
with shadows lengthening
Anticipation’s growing
of what the end will bring

Everyday haiku

Brightening the glow
Summer knows no boundaries
Every day the sun

Like diamond (haiku)

Light fills my garden
Yellow into golden here
Shining like diamond

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

Marylebone

Sat outside in Marylebone
the summer evening warm
I think we’re getting used to this
as if it were the norm
Perhaps it is as it’s been weeks
since we saw any rain
and several months have passed us by
since summer time it came

Slow Season

There are paddle boards and kayaks
Inflatables and yachts
And barking dogs just running
and calling all the shots
There are diamonds on the water
glistening in the sun
with the sound of wavelets breaking
on the shore by everyone

Ever Present

The sun has shone for several weeks
and England’s seen no raining
But I’ve been on the beach most days
so you’ll not hear me complaining

A child of summer, this for me
is perfect beyond measure
Blue skies every day and warmth
revealing summers’ treasure

In sunshine

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

That lavender time again III

No.3 in the annual Jemverse ‘Lavender’ series

On twenty-three seven
it seems every year
a lavender rhyme
will often appear
For it is at this time
that my harvest is due
so I’ll always have words
to share here with you

Fields of Lavender

We walked in fields of lavender
on the sixth day of July
On a summer evening
beneath a clear blue sky
Lordington near Chichester
high on Sussex hills
to watch the setting of the sun
A cure to cure all ills

What the summer’s for

There’s a lone kite surfer
out on the seas
dancing on waves
in an easterly breeze
The tide’s on the turn
and is going out now
but the sun is still strong
and warm on my brow

Horse in the water

Horse on the beach
with his hooves in the water
Well, why not, I thought
in this weather he oughta
‘Cos if people can paddle
then why not a horse
No reason to think of
and just right of course

Fortunate Fellow

There’s a little dog barking
just in the sea
the gentle waves lapping
as he runs around free
People are paddling
and all having fun
Enjoying the warmth
of the full evening sun

Continuity

Continues the sun
Long hours over summer days
June into July

Little boat bobbing

There’s a little boat bobbing
on the waves just out there
Alone in the water
its white hull a-glare
Catching the sun as
it catches the sea
Glinting like diamonds
quite brilliantly

Summer Wars

The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.

Life is colour

In summer life is colour
yellows, blues and greens
Reflecting all around me
and the palettes I have seen

Twelve Months Six

No 11 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

Thursday’s child has far to go’
Something I had always known

Born of summer, summer’s child
Often wayward, always wild

My birth month June, the first today
Brings me out to dance and play

Bumblebee

It’s peaceful here
my special place
the bright sunshine
warm in my face

Birdsong in the
trees around
The fresh mown grass
green on the ground

Summer Days

On the beach at low water
watching seagulls at play
the view here at Worthing
around the wide bay
of the coastline in Sussex
bathed in a blue
reflecting the sky
is a joy to eschew

Child of the summer

To sit in the sunshine
now summer is here
brings me fulfilment
coupled with cheer
For this is my time
I’m at one with the sun
a child of the summer
now winter is done