In the Heat of Summer

Feet upon the picnic table,
thermometer reads 30 degrees,
warm wind blowing just enough
to rustle through the trees.

Sun spotlights the pond,
blue pokers, day lilies abound,
fish hang motionless
air seeming to absorb the sound.

Lawn needs cutting,
temperature way too hot,
washing bright and dry
I cannot do a lot.

Runner beans form a backdrop,
theirs the chestnut trees,
greenhouse too warm to enter,
though plants say water please.

Pansies cheerful faces
seeking out the sun,
orange perpetual begonias
flowering on and on.

Starlight intricate beauty
of passiflora adorning the fence,
golden roaming honeysuckle
with its subtle invasive scent.

Sitting amongst nature
as sunset arrives by stealth,
realising I have so much more
than monetary wealth.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2021-08-07 at 01:16

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I love this poem, I love the way you weave the flowers and the heat and I could feel that stillness, that heat can bring - sort of breathless - just superb

Elle x

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So beautiful. It is like a bright painting. And the ending was superb. Can I come and live where you are? lol

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this glimpse of your world. There is so much beauty to be seen despite the heat (or because of it). You paint a colorful, languid, welcoming picture.