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This weeks challenge comes from Enchanted Oak who posted two photographs on her blog and suggested we choose one to write about. As I have been enjoying the summery conditions in my garden today and watching all the birds and insects buzzing about, I chose her picture of the boat moored under trees which to me is a very summery image.
Summer.
The air is full of beating wings -
myriad busy flighted things,
from birds of many types and size
to dragonflies with bulbous eyes
and tiny moths abroad by day
to butterflies who never stay
to let me watch their aerial feats.
Our summertime brings all these treats.
When autumn comes, as well it must
and summer dreams are turned to dust
then washed away by winter's rain
the seasons pass - it's here again.
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15 comments:
A glorious feat, Heather. Your melodic vision had me fluttering in the summer air with winged things. What a pleasure!
Rhymers always give me a thrill!
wonderful. really conjures up a picture for me Heather
A beautiful and atmospheric poem Heather.
Oh this is so sweet (and I don't mean of the sugary kind). I love the ending (perhaps because I seem to be galloping a pace towards my free bus pass that's if they still exsit in a few years time!)
A real joy, loved it.
Wonderful rhythm and imagery to this. Very nice.
Ahh!This was a delightful piece and this was a completely different take on the pic and I loved it:)
Aerial feats of those flies..wow I have never looked at them this way..now I will :)
Very nice - especially liked the 3rd and 4th lines - the great sounds in them... sounded buzzing!
Light as a butterfly!
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I love this dalliance in the sunshine, and the turning of the seasons with the promise thats it's a cycle. Yes, I floated reading it!
Lovely, Heather. I feel a real hint of autumn in the air today although the sun is very hot.
Summer is for stepping back, really taking a look at the wonder surrounding us ... your poem captured that perfectly.
geeze, that's just really nice! great meter and rhyme!
I'm not sure if anyone has identified your strange little bugs in an earlier post, but they are the larvae of the ladybirds I think.
Sue M
Beautiful, Heather, simply beautiful.Captures my feeling and mood perfectly.I hate when summer comes near it's end, dread the winter, but know that the summer will come again. (Hopefully!)
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