Started on 06 Aug 201329 poems
when the leaves of the peach trees have grown
and their branches bend and furrow
i’ll ask you to
The end of July, and dusk falls sooner
evening shadows settle as August passes
whispers that life
An empty trail in the middle of country
Weaving through hills and trees
The air is muggy and
a man and a woman walk through sand dunes
with the whisper of the sea
from the mountain ledge
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
Buds into beautiful blossoms burst.
Sun creates green but instils a thirst.
The summers evening is a glorious gifting.
No lights out, just sunlight drifting.
The travail is
Acres of fields sweeping with ripeness.
Behold that combine harvester, done with greyness!
The sun out to play, for all to bask.
To perch on the fence with a flask,
Of tea. All only oneself
You saved a bee ... that said so much to me.
Drowsy, dry and debilitated the bee lay on the
Mid-Summer MoonSong -
pipistrelles dance a duet
to silver rhythms
The horse chestnuts
By browning leaves.
Fungus ages them
Pure in petal and promise, cowslips
Decorate every footpath and track
At this – summer’s happy
We could go on rides
across the blue sea.
We can ride the highway
as far as we can see.
Oh June how bright your stars may be
or how great your sky may shine.
You know that you will
The cup gleams gold in the light
Golden liquid overflowing
Round bowl on a slender stem.
From Preseli mountains in Wales
to grace Salisbury plain a cathedral
It was a rustic old house where a saw you
Old, a little bleak
Strong and beautiful
It was raining this morning,
Pesky little drops were everywhere
I somehow maneuvered my
The paving stones
And hushed streets
The heat has stung the lizards numb, Elli,
the white church scours itself with glare.
The poem of the rose
is read for me
by the last gold light.
An illuminated manuscript.
you cannot remember white shores of summer
and the metallic taste of the sea on your flanks
Soft sounds of struggle
of otherwise verbal communications.
Aware of the
Woke up to a crisp August day,
Sun was shining, birds were hungry
Time long past to feed
Autumn in summer:
yellow and shiny
like golden coins
of King Sun to us
like rods of gold
in the fields of your youth
waved in the
The bumblebee mourns
among a graveyard of roses
he has loved all summer long.
the hysterical summer garden.
Laudanum of luminous blue