Category Archives: summer

On the hill watching sunset

August 28, 2021beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, summernature, poem, poetry, SunsetThe Cheesesellers Wife

two figures and a blanket
tall dry grasses whispering
as light fades in the west
and shadows fold around them

Helsinki Summer Sky

August 21, 2021poem, Poetry, summerHelsinki, poem, poetry, sky, summerThe Cheesesellers Wife

Firs reach up like brushes
to paint you a deeper blue

gulls drift on taut wings over
waves crumpling against rocky islets

myriads of small bright coloured boats
sidle around towering white ferries

your summer bounty
glints on every surface

fresh minted each day

For John Looker

Wednesday afternoon

August 4, 2021garden, poem, Poetry, summergarden, poem, poetry, summerThe Cheesesellers Wife

Doves coo avid yet languid in unexpected heat
Soft breeze tickles the vine above my head
Somewhere someone mows a lawn

Summer’s loss

September 12, 2020beauty, Fantasy, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, winterautumn, equinox, Mythology, poem, poetry, summer, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Heart broken she withdraws
as every winter
into dark soil
as every winter

The promise of the stars nightly turning
the sinking and turning of constellations
the track of planets wandering across the sky
say that she will return

Time past she was encouraged
by midwinter fires
now we trust to orbital mechanics

Rain

August 19, 2020climate, England, poem, Poetry, summerClimate crisis, poem, poetry, rain, summerThe Cheesesellers Wife

Delicious dampness, fresh scented grey,
Washing the stuffy warm weather away
My soul is a sponge, expanding when wet,
And sunshine’s a word I’d rather forget,
I like the newness of autumn (but its only July!)
The soggy clean clouds that fill up the sky
Change is the thing, after two weeks the same,
Filled with humid hot weather –Thank God for rain!

It is raining today and more is forecast. This year we have had many weeks of very hot humid weather. We English are not built for that……

Submitted to the Dverse Open Link Night.

Friday Poem: August

August 7, 2020Friday Poem, poem, Poetry, summeraugust, Finland, Friday Poem, Helsinki, summer, Tove JanssonThe Cheesesellers Wife

Every year, the bright
Scandinavian summer nights
fade away without anyone

noticing.

One evening in August
you have an errand outdoors,
and all of a sudden
it’s pitch-black.

A great warm, dark
silence
surrounds the house.
It is still summer,

but summer is no longer
alive.
It has come
to a standstill;

nothing

withers, and autumn
is not ready to begin.
There are no stars yet,
just darkness.

The can of kerosene
is brought up from the cellar
and left in the hall,
and the lamp is hung up
on its peg by the door.
Day by day,

everything

moves closer
to the house.

By Tove Jansson

Llansteffan

February 19, 2020beauty, poem, Poetry, summerbeach, beauty, Llansteffan, poem, poetry, summer, WalesThe Cheesesellers Wife

Gulls swoop and lift
stitching sea to sky

Mirror smooth sun glinted
water sips at the shore

Supping on scampi in salt air
we have found our bliss

Summer

October 26, 2019Life, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, winterautumn, fall, nature, poem, poetry, summer, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Heart broken she withdraws
as every winter
into dark soil
lets warmth seep from all

The promise of the stars nightly turning
the sinking and turning of constellations
the track of planets wandering across the sky
says that she will return

Time past she was encouraged
by midwinter fires
now we trust to orbital mechanics