Summer sings of days gone by
when tiny feet plodded across green meadows
ripe with dandelions and queen’s lace;
Fragrant fields contained children's laughter
as they frolicked under a canopy of trees...
a respite from summer’s sun.
I would watch from behind lacy curtains,
reveling in the innocence of youth…
wishing that I, too, was young and barefoot
basking beneath a summer sky.
Smells of bacon grease and coffee
overpowered the honeysuckle
wafting through the screen door.
He would slam his cup down on the table,
demanding a refill,
but all I could think about
was the summer sun
calling to me like her long lost daughter.
In my imaginings,
I would throw open the screen door...
(I can still hear it squeak);
I would run like I had somewhere to be,
but my only place to be
was outside,
running through meadows
basking in the sun,
frolicking under a canopy of trees
with my children.
Those were the days
when my heart was light,
filled with the jewels of love
that God had given to me.
No matter how dark the storms,
the meadows of summer always called to me,
soft and unhurried ,
lovely as the scent of lilacs
on a gentle breeze.
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Comments: 29
Cheryl this one is absolutely breathtaking
This I like a lot, keep writing
Oh!! I love this one!!
Really speaks! Great work.
Amazing visuals.
Beautiful and well written. One of your best, I think. Thank you for posting to our group.
Wonderful!
Cheryl another great poem. I could smell the smells of summer that your poem speaks about and you made it easy to feel what you were feeling when you wrote the poem. So cool!
smell of each season is important. Yes we can feel it. Sometimes during these wayward climate, which mixes the seasons smells, we are confused and life goes back to those tiny feets bare in the backyard....our heart sinks...
Wow, I think many people would love to run again as carefree children do.
I am so glad that you have places like this to go (why do so many Gather women have someone slamming and demanding?). The natural world does contain so many soft, sensuous, safe wonders--so full of life. All Nature, all life, also contains storms, unbearable heat, deadly cold, rain on our parades and drought for our gardens. I wish for you, I wish for all of us, an inner life that easily weathers all of these.
Very nice poem...Nice work
LOVE YOUR POEM THANKS FOR SHARING
Your poem brought back all those wonderful days of summer when I was a child with barefeet running from my brothers who were spraying me with the hose. I can smell the dirt heated by the sun and the cool shade trees down by the creek. This is one special poem . Thank you
Myke
beautiful
I love this, Cheryl! It took me right back to my childhood, playing outside, smelling the sweet lilacs and sitting in the shade of the huge catalpa tree in our yard.
So sweet and lovely!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thank you for reading and commenting, everyone....:)
and Vince Scully on the radio! Very nice Cheryl.
Simply beautiful Cheryl, I remember those days too,.
Beautiful Cheryl
You are very talented.
Thank you, Elle.
Oh to be young again.You don't know what you miss till it's gone. And you can never bring it back. My live was lived outsidde when young. I would go outside anddd plat with friends till dark or dinner time.lol. A very good poem. A lot of good memories too.
Thanks for the comments, everyone....:)
Breathtakingly beautiful poem.
Breathtaking look at how the beauty of nature can inspire us.
thanks!