Summer Sonnet.
Missing her in the height of summer,
She left so soon, my heart swoons in sorrow
Missing her so far, as the morning sun glows,
As midnight moon fading in the clouds.
So much doubts wallowering on my mind.
Jieranai Maier ©?
August 2018
Laughing loons calling to you
Blood red eyes diving deeper
Until they surface, bellies full and fat
Salt and pepper feathers dance in the sun
Gliding past sound sleeping cedars on shore
The lake sitting still like glass
Under steamy morning breathe
Hiding from the sun rays streaking down soft
Spring time cold, in the height of summer days
Crystal clear and deep, bottom disappears
Surrounded in dense forest
Humming summer melodies
Peat moss beneath the shadows of tall pines
Blanket to the rock basement of the woods
Nature’s curtain it wraps around the lake
Few people ever visit
Only the lucky ones do
Escape to drift upon calm clear waters
Troll for lake trout while basking in the sun
Silent they observe nature’s sweetest gifts
Think heaven is over head?
Or, perhaps right here instead
March 24, 2018
So whimsical was that fine summer’s day,
Radiant one moment and dull the next.
So tenacious was that fine summer’s day,
The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed.
O here comes July, the height of summer,
Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance.
Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer
Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance.
Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in,
A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting.
Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in,
Summer packs up – wait, where are you going?
The summer meant naught to last, however,
The season turns; nothing lasts forever.
COPLA 84 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Unchecked Bad Guys will romp rampage
And turn World into warring ground :
Good Guys resist
At the height of summer advantage
Good Guys rein in secede no ground :
Soon comes the mist
Bad Guys bait entice fascinate
Give them the long swinging tight rope
To strangle in knots
Let not thoughts enmesh imbricate
In life and death struggles sans hope :
Bide time Yin rots
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Naked woman, woman dark
clothed in your color
with your form of beauty
lost in this forest of love
I am the furtive hunter
through sleeping dense foliage
I seek you
as one seeks a fulgent bird...
Now on this sun baked pass
at the height of summer and noon
I ramble through the thicket
bringing back to my solitude
the most fulgent plumage
the purple plumage of your dazzle
and your beauty strikes me to the heart
like the flash of an eagle...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
kaleidoscopic colours stretching the sky
seizure of the storm, brightening inevitable
rivers and streams proveying depth
lush green fields sparkling nutritian.
Height of summer,soaring heat
sun shines upon dry forrest ground
sad nature bellows, profusing wild fires
element fighting element to provail.
Winds join the elementic destruction
helecopters releasing untold galons
a round the clock battle, does succomb
aftermath, a poignant disaster.
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in the depth of the heat
the flowers (in shameless
uncompromising color)
should scream love from
every corner of the world
I turned the air conditioner up too high, I think
to avoid the sticky residue that every molecule
of July has left on this skin (that sacrificed its
softness for a healing breeze
and in return
can no longer feel anything at all)