No time for pictures today as I've been busy gardening, catching up on housework and trying to get something done for the Show and Tell session at our group meeting on Tuesday.
The Weaver of Grass is driving the Poetry Bus this week and I promised to try and write something. I have been very lacking in inspiration recently but her suggestion that we write about flora and fauna made the task easier. Here is my offering:
Favourite time of year
when all the senses
are bombarded with delights.
Gardens flourish with flowers and produce,
birdsong and the hum of insects
fill the air.
A gentle breeze wafts the scent
of blossoms and newly cut grass -
wildflowers remembered from childhood
stud the fields and verges.
The lively antics of young animals
and fledglings amuse us
and a sudden thunderstorm
brings excitement.
The warmth of the sun on limbs
and faces uplifts us and
for a while our cares can be dismissed
for summer has at last arrived.
Thursday Journal with Neet.
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a perfect summing up of this time of year Heather.
Immediately reminded me of those long hot summers shcool holidays (and yes they were hot and sunny). Thank you
summer at last! yes yes yes!
Lovely, Heather, and it's all happening right here, right now! We even had the sudden thunderstorm yesterday.
Beautiful sense of times that were, are and will be.
Oh I'm all warm and sun kissed now. What a lovely poem Heather. Well done you.
Charming and delightful! I can feel the sun's warmth and hear the insect-buzz even though it's chilly here and I'm not inclined to go out.
Thanks for dropping by Heather and leaving all your comments.
Bank Holiday here yesterday, it rained all day and didn't quite seem the idyllic picture you paint so well!! Would perhaps suggest you have a look at 'produce' - it seems a clinical word and doesn't seem to fit??? Only a suggestion. Beautiful otherwise...
ou never said a truer word, Heather - lovely and I agree with it all. Thanks for hopping on.
Lovely sentiments Heather.
What a lovely poem Heather, it conjures up everything about summer.
An evocative poem Heather...although I'm going to try hard not to blame you for the fact that everything changed after you wrote it ;-)
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