Grey Day

The clouds have gathered again today
Looking out the window all I see is grey
A misty landscape of texture and shapes
A fantasy world through which creatures traipse
A perfect morning for feel blue
Getting lost in words for lack of anything to do

Ah, summer

As the dew clears from the verdant summer grounds
Another morning dawns, waking to happy, carefree sounds
From the laughter in the breeze
To the chirping high-up among the leaves
Nature's symphony is clearly at its peak
When the world is soaking up the sun's brilliant heat

Being 6

I'm reliving all those days
When the world was a great, big
Playful maze

When we spent the summer
tripping through flower fields
Dancing & laughing with no protective shields

A sunlit world where laughter rang
Where fairies played and
Where pixies sang

Last days of summer

Water on the window
Droplets on the leaves
Rain spattering on gutters
And running from the eaves

A dreary, drizzly day
Fall is nearly here
Summer is retreating
And the weather is turning drear

Stop the noise

Too much noise
Too much confusion
Too many things going on

Not enough voice
Not enough will power
Not enough time for this song

Summers Past

The summer's here and so are we
Gazing at the youth we see
Remembering hazy days gone past
Those crazy moments we thought would last
Now we relive every line
Of that lovely by-gone time
Through the young eyes near our hearts
Watching fondly all their starts
Knowing only that this too will fade
Leaving only an intangible shade

Cabin Fever

Despite the warmth coming in
The days are growing long
Confined together this way
We fight to remain strong
With habits grating on nerves
The volume tends to rise
As we find ways to endure
Our many varied cries

High July

A hot and muggy summer's day
No bugs or bees are out to play
Only silly little tykes
On roller blades and shiny bikes
Helmets protecting smallish heads
Muscles working their way into beds
Where lambs will toss and turn and turn
To escape the blanket of Gaia's burn

FIVE

Sitting in a little pool
No more books, no more school!
Life is good when you're five
No better time to feel alive
New experiences around every bend
New discoveries never seem to end
Enjoy it all now, my little star
Later on these days will seem far

28 degrees

Summer days, hot, sticky and sweet
Burn away winter's frozen sleep
Our cares seem so very far away
As we float through life on golden rays
Scented flowers burst into bloom
Dispelling the north wind's icy gloom
And shimmering waters call us all
To refreshing moments by life's waterfall

In anticipation

Watching the change as the seasons turn
I slowly but surely start to yearn
For a carefree stretch of sizzling sand
Warmed whipped winds and an island band

To escape for a bit this reality
And slip from our rigid formality
Into something much freer and less constrained
Which will bolster the soul and refresh the brain

To wile away the long, sunlit hours
And smell the fresh-cut garden flowers
To walk without coat, hat, mitts or shoes
And soak in the medley of lazy, hazy blues

Ah, summer you come but once a year
But to you every June I raise my beer!


Just four weeks and counting!!!