Shrills and shrieks of joyful children,
early in the morning
Sun shines through rippling curtains,
golden and gracious in soft light
Sandal tanlines, eating icecreams
on the heated pavement
And we know: Summer is here
Homemade apple pie from trees
in the blessed blooming garden,
where colours thrive and dance
like kites in the sky
Craving shade through humid walks,
shadows of winter left behind
in the cold
Icy water refreshes, revives us
And we know: Summer is here
Late night sounds of the church bells
rich as the air drifts swiftly in,
sweet and new as the day
which quickly dawns
But our smiling eyes are heavy,
with tired laughs and scents
of smoke
as the barbeque cooks
the last meal
of the long, long day
And we know: Summer is here
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Shrills and shrieks of joyful children,
early in the morning
Sun shines through rippling curtains,
golden and gracious in soft light
Sandal tanlines, eating icecreams
on the heated pavement
And we know: Summer is here
Homemade apple pie from trees
in the blessed blooming garden,
where colours thrive and dance
like kites in the sky
Craving shade through humid walks,
shadows of winter left behind
in the cold
Icy water refreshes, revives us
And we know: Summer is here
Late night sounds of the church bells
rich as the air drifts swiftly in,
sweet and new as the day
which quickly dawns
But our smiling eyes are heavy,
with tired laughs and scents
of smoke
as the barbeque cooks
the last meal
of the long, long day
And we know: Summer is here
I wrote this when summer first arrived.
