Midsummer meadows cheers our hearts.
Bees reeling in floppy poppies,
Quaint corn cockles and radiant daisies jostle with lazy scabious
Lofty butterflies surf the breeze filled with meadowsweet mist.
Wishing seeds glimmer in honeyed rays,
Teazels sentinels of the fields, guard the wildflower maze.
Haystacks rest on dusty fields waiting for midsummer to heal.
Enjoy midummer days and long warm evenings.
Lazily, toe by toe,
Treading on wispy grasses;
Soft silk bed of fresh miniature flora.
Soaring high –
Skylarks, their
Singing lingers like lover’s whispers
Before vanishing through dreamy vapours.
Cow parsley’s filigree fountains
Shower the wake of Ox Eye daisies.
Hazy white petals slightly dazed,
Enjoy sherbet scented kissing wind.
When grey rainy days
Seem endless, we mourn
From dawn;
Lingering on lush chamomile edged lawns,
On well worn comfy chairs
Making endless dainty daisy chains,
Retiring to take tea in the tent before feeling faint.
Warm bread slices spread with butter,
Hearts a flutter;
Ripe strawberries gushing with cream!
Forever cherishing our summer dreams.
Have a lovely week everyone. 🙂
Yesterday we had a gorgeous walk in Ampthill Great Park. It felt chilly and I wondered if it would rain, however after a while the sky looked an entcing intense blue, reminiscent of hot July days and my poem was born as we walked!
There are still plenty of brambles ripe and dripping from the hedgerows, the haws are blood red and sloes are growing plumper! I’ve seen a few butterflies and bees, sounding more anxious in their work, before the days get cooler. In the Park are lots of Sweet Chestnut trees, ripe with their spiky balls dangling down. The crab apple trees look the best so I think I’ll be back for more foraging!
Swathes of summer blooms,
so soon their petals will crumple and fade.
For many more sultry days, bees will bathe and tumble in pollen,
And many of us will loll about entranced by their hypnotic tune.
Filigree seeds float in filaments,
As sun quenched bees feed,
Lingering on Scabious stigmas like glittering beads.
Butterflies mingling on daisies and meadowsweet:
A lamentation to midsummer’s feast.
For miles
The meadows are frayed and
faded
Like antique millinery and worn
Linen upholstered chairs.
Tearing through mournful layers
Serendipitously,
Yellow, playful
Dayglo
Trefoils romp
In the pasture,
Lightening,
Brightening,
As an Oxeye daisy
Lazily looks on.
This post was prompted by Cee’s fun foto challenge ‘yellow’. I hope you enjoy it. You can see more entries by clicking on the link below.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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