…
Like pears and carnations,
apples and plums,
forget-me-nots
withering in the sun
Hot sand and cool lakes
and wet swimming trunks
sand castles and sunscreen
street dust and roses.
Do you know what summer tastes like?
Yellow apricots
and melons
and wild strawberries
hidden between grass and mosses
Raspberries, blueberries
and ice cream made from chocolate
fresh hay in the fields
and refreshing lemonade
Do you know what summer sounds like?
A flute tune that penetrates
through the midday silence
a bird chirps softly
an apple falls muffled into the grass
Wind rustles in the trees
a child laughing
then it quickly falls silent
and enjoys the smell of summer
…
This is wonderful Bridget
Thanks, Lisa.
Currently the climate outdoors is hot! hot! hot! and this poem was beautifully refreshing. Thank you, Bridget!
I am looking at the temperatures in California and Arizona every day. It must be brutal. Stay inside and be kind to yourself.
It’s been really hot but I’m comfortable– until I get ready to pay the utility company’s bill soon. I think it will be a doozy! 😉
Beautiful Sensory summer. Here we just rolled through the scent of canola (rapeseed) flowers in the fields. Now the clover and alfalfa are kicking in. Buzzing bees are everywhere and the peaches and corn are divine. Happy Tuesday. Allan
It sounds heavenly.
I went to edit the word ‘dinner’ in the previous comment but hit send instead. (I meant summer nor dinner!! )
No problem, thank you for explaining I would have been wondering.
Nicely captured. My dinner is a little different but this, this, sounds like an idyllic summer!!
A beautiful evocation engaging all senses
I am glad you liked it and you ‘sensed’ it. 🙂
Lovely sights, sounds and smells… I was there on that summer day too. Beautiful!
It seems many of us were there. 🙂
Really enjoyed this! 🌞
Thank you, Michele.
Welcome!
I love summer for all the reasons in your beautiful poem-and more!
I have so many great summer memories, I could write a post about it every day.
The child in you did a wonderful job Bridget. The picture brought back memories of stacking the sheaves of corn and building haystacks. Blissful thoughts!
We both remember it so well don’t we.
With great fondness!
Beautiful poem! The picture could be straight out of my childhood 💗
I grew up on a farm and the picture reminded me at my childhood. Oh, those beautiful memories. I could almost smell it too.
Love that picture!
I do too. It’s how I remember the summers when I was a farm child. Wildflowers, hay, lemonade and blue sky.
This is lovely!🌸❤
Thank you, Aaydis,
Great piece!
Oh, thank you. It was the child in me writing it. 🙂