Summer Is
Summer is…
An early morning sunrise
Pale light creeping in
Through net-covered windows
Quiet stillness at the start of the day
Blossoms, nodding on fragile stems
Golden corn swaying in a light breeze
Children's laughter as they play on the green
Bees and butterflies
Days which stretch out endlessly
A time when storm clouds gather
When the air fills with foreboding
Thunder rolls in bringing torrential rain
Depression arrives on its tail
A time of possibilities and positivity
Contentment engendered by warmth
Cucumber sandwiches
Strawberries and cream
A glass of Pimms at sundown
The sun a molten ball of gold
As it slips below the horizon
Summer is this bliss…
Stephen Gospage
Sat 31st Jul 2021 17:27
A beautiful, atmospheric poem, Brenda.