Summer flowers are blooming
In the
scented meadows
Are the sun
slowly sets
Lengthening
the shadows
Friday, 15 July 2022
THE SUMMER IS ENDING
The summer is ending
The flowers
are dying
The meadows
are still
And the
geese are flying
NORTH WESTERN MISSION BELLS
The Mission bells
Blooming
herb
Of the northwestern
states
With
green-and-purple
Bell-shaped
flowers
WHEN THE BURNING SUN SINKS LOW
When the burning sun sinks low
Setting the
western sky aglow
And the
evening shadows grow
This is the
time of the amorous beau
A LONG AGO WORLD
A long-ago world
In Days of innocence
And a
wondrous summer
We stood on
the cusp
Of loves
first awakening
When
feeling awkward and gawky
We took our
first faltering steps
In the
realm of love
Wearing
swim shorts
And
self-conscious blushes
It was a
guiltless time
When
holding hands
Was a
physical pleasure
And stolen
kisses
Seemed to
last forever
If I had
the presence of mind
I would
have bottled that summer
And when I
felt
Tarnished
by the world
I would
take a long sip
And be
refreshed
DAYS OUT ON THE WATER
Days out on the water
Windswept
with rime
Watery
sunshine above a
Putty
coloured sea
As I sailed
the estuary
With dad at
the helm
OH MOTHER NATURE
Oh mother nature
You both
care and nurture
Bursting
out in spring,
When the
songbirds sing
Bringing
daffodils so bright
To fill me with delight,
They shine with ease
Bobbing in
the breeze
Dancing as
if one
As golden
as the sun
Blossom
fills the trees
Bright
enough to tease
Before the
blossom has to go
Like cherry
pink snow
And after
spring hors d’oeuvres
And
starters have been served
You bring
us summer fare
With
fragrance in the air
Flowers of
every shade and hue
From
crimson red to violet blue
Then as
September wends
And the
main course ends
You take no
time to rest
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