Sonnets for the season -
Oh! the dry wind of summer hails again-
precursor to impending summer rain;
the scorched regions and hills, fume, fret and cry,
the Brook's water too hath run parched and dry.
The boughed and burnt down trees too, screech and wail;
O wind! thou hast made us so sere and frail.
The drooping flowers are no more in trance;
with half wilted stems, they just look askance.
The deer, no more gay, in frolic and fun
when, doth, by nature's wrath, the forest burn;
why then, should hail the summer blithely so,
when no such keen respite it doth bestow?
What soothing thought could still and calm this pain,
except the hope of foamy spring again?
(Sonnet by R.S. Find more of her work via her Instagram @thepoetrywindmill)
Tell me of Summertime
Tell me of summertime, speak of the flowers,
Sing of the sparrows with sweet melodies,
Laugh like the river whose banks we would scour,
Whisper the kiss of the tentative breeze.
Tell me of summertime, gaze at the trees,
Run through the fields of ambrosial hay,
Savour the honey of diligent bees,
Show me the meadows, the dunes, and the glades.
Tell me of summertime, take me away
To halcyon beaches with chateaux of sand,
Banish the shadows with memories of day,
Soar to the sunshine which lit up the lands.
Tell me of summertime, let me recall,
Then I will not fear the advent of Fall.
(Sonnet by Loredana P. Kint (@loredana_poetry), a New Zealand-based poet with a focus on nature poetry and children's poetry. She has self-published two books, "Reflections" and "What Are You Made Of?" She is passionate about bird conservation.)
A Summer Song for Lovers (if music be the food of love)
She drifts so gently o’er the vernal winds
And plays her tunes so softly through my mind
Her voice like crystal chimes as she doth sing
A melody for me, for all mankind
In heaven, angels tune their tender hearts
And Cupid strings his bow, and takes his aim
The soaring larks won’t top the notes she charts
In overtures to love’s eternal flame
The sweetest summer rose can’t match her scent
Nor brightest morning sun outshine her glow
The darkest clouds of rain can only rend
Kaleidoscopes of colour in her bows
For lovers ev’rywhere she sings her song
To fill their hearts with joy, all summer long
(Sonnet by Michael Hunter, a self taught poet who lives near the Atlantic coast in beautiful North Devon, England, and finds inspiration in nature, landscape, relationships and folklore. Michael also runs poetry writing workshops and occasionally takes part in spoken word events, expressing views on politics, environmentalism, societal issues and conservation…and love, of course.)
And other Summer Poetry:
It's just another dawn in my garden
when the scorching sun rays
try to whither the marigolds
off their charisma and their colours bold
I see an unfazed sparrow
taking food in her tiny beak
to her abode, on a tree
for her hungry little ones making a plea
the little ants and worms
are busy with their trips in the mud
moving in an out making holes
the hedges and the plants
thanking them for their roles
the skies turn their colours from blue to grey
swelled up with clouds full of life
for the marigolds and the sparrow
for the ants and the worms
whose hopes are becoming narrow
down came the drops of pristine hope
quenching the verdant surroundings
to the last dry corner of the lawn
Voila, nature plays its role from dusk to dawn!
(Poem by Meenakshi Malhotra who seeks new avenues of poetry for growth, for writing poems gives her little spurs of freshness and a sense of belonging.)
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