Summer Nature Poems | Examples
These Summer Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Nature Summer poems written by international poets.
This Moment
Inspiration is education.
Reciprocate, energize.
I like whimsical things-
Spiral columns, rainbow rings.
Elucidate, open eyes
To synchronicity, vibration of dragonflies,
Sense revolution, evolving synergies.
Inhale fresh-baked sun rays;
Drink wind that flutters feathered wings.
Smell the silence, taste the fire,
Within this moment of surprise.
~ARCantu, 08/06/2021
The late-summer track runs blue with deep shade,
While cicadas rasp in sun-whitened trees;
And ask what secret lives inside the breeze,
You clasp my hand where sandy gullies fade.
I show the compass, by the years decayed,
Whose faithful needle leans, and never flees;
We watch the foam that feathers on the seas,
While on the shore our wandering steps are made.
You ask where north goes, in your small voice calm,
As though the world was just this morning born;
You spy a blue-tounged skink beneath a thorn,
And hold a broken shell within your palm.
The compass points its north through dusk and foam;
Your wondering hand points farther still—to home.
It’s a nice old wood
she says as we hand-in-hand
walk and the dancing
shadows of old trees filtered
from summer sun meet us there.
The door opens to hot sunshine
and yellow daisies sway near
red roses, where orange
butterfly sits in summer, as
blue jay sings jazz at noon,
and red robin joins the tune.
Squirrels scamper in the
sycamore trees, green sheen,
in sight of droopy willows,
where violet butterflies flutter.
Then sunbeam runs out the door
to play. He's not sick anymore!
the
high
sun,
soft green,
the stem twisting,
a silver sheen, scented
breezes played, beneath
the summer sun is aglow.
the midday heat begins
to grow, and breathes
its oil into the flow,
while shadows
gently flow, to
wait in quiet
shade, no
resisting.
green
it spun.
to
They arrive at the start of spring,
In the morning light, they sing,
On branches high they dance,
Daringly reaching for the sky, taking a chance.
Emerald leaves sway gently
in the breeze,
A soothing sound spreads among
the trees.
Beneath Summer’s warmth they drink and drink,
In various colours displaying their
beauty, glittering in sync.
Then in a blink comes autumn’s call,
Turning emerald leaves to gold and
red,
Each leaf’s vein bleeds,
And in a final twirl to the ground,
they gracefully fall.
By Zyrool
9/26
summer comes to end
last breath for flowers and leaves
as autumn moves in
golden light recedes
a gentle sigh the breeze makes~
nature`s cycle spins
the day`s orb, once fierce
now tells a quieter tale~
mountains a witness
tall trees toss a moan
summer reign reaches its end~
time begins to bend
before amber blush
leaves sing with a buzzing sound~
the sky lends its ears
sunbeams softly fade
cicadas cease their loud tunes~
stillness in the night
birds prepare for flight
warmer climes waiting for them~
summer`s sweet farewell
summer softly close
a string of moments held dear~
memories remain
a final warm breeze
carries scents of sun baked earth~
harvest time at hand
air, once thick with scent
carries cool whispers to space~
a prelude to fall.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the clock ¦¦¦¦ tells the time,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ day sunk in ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ night;
¦¦¦¦ I behold the violet ¦¦¦¦ prime,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ all silver'd ¦¦¦¦ with white;
¦¦¦¦ lofty trees ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ barren of leaves
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ summer's green ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ up in sheaves
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ thy beauty ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ among ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ time must go,
Since ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ beauties ¦¦¦ themselves forsake
And die ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ as ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ others grow;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ 'gainst Time's ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ hence.
(Blackout of Sonnet XII by William Shakespeare)
summer afternoon
sharing sweet tea with you
watching ice cubes melt
As summer ebbs, a cooler breath will dart
as Autumn's vibe is felt in every heart.
For, by late August, changes will begin
as shorter days and longer nights sneak in.
This breath will sigh of brilliance in the trees,
as flowers fade and ripened orchards seize.
While crisper air dissolves the humid haze,
new glory soon replaces Summer's phase.
Oh yes, these Autumn breaths will swiftly flow
to form and paint new views of burnished glow.
Reshape the scenes that rose by Summer's sway,
and offer life to us another way.
When Autumn breath shouts, “welcome to my Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.
Oh
Clouds swirl about like diaphonous gauzy curtains,
the autumn forest a picture of serenity,
bird songs a musical lilt- a rhythmic cadence drifting,
the trees creating a veiled haze in the still morning air,
I stand in this decaying forest as the threads of summer fade.
Soon, I come to a shallow lagoon - a pondlike marsh,
the falling leaves are red, gold and burnt orange,
I watch ducks floating in tranquility on the glass water,
and swans lissome make ripples that whisper woebegone,
the wildflowers are wilting beautiful, and enchanting.
To breathe in Autumn's seasonal jewel
where its richness and beauty are wistful
as slumbering Autumn awakens, Summer cleaves
till' Summer at last turns its green leaves
allowing Autumn to reveal its grandeur
in a majestic and glorious splendor
in colors of orange, yellow and red
on every limb their colors spread
until they brown, and lose their crown
to leave bare limbs, when the fall to the ground
the beauty of Autumn ends in sadness
yet, memory of Autumn becomes a gladness
summer softly hums
a lullaby as leaves fall
into autumn’s rest
snow will soon blanket all things
in coziness until spring
It earns its place under the sun in May -
A tiny speck against the evergreen.
Nourished by raindrops poised for its display,
Slim but what Glory! In grand Nature’s scene.
In summer lush the flowers take the lead,
They have it all - a beauty and such scent.
Leaf in the woods, reluctant to concede,
Assumes supporting role in full consent.
In Autumn flash the leaf - a centrepiece,
Its pulsing palette wins and takes it all…
All Nature bends to seasonal caprice,
Leaf in the woods, from triumph to the fall.
Succumbs to weather whims, weak and worn-out,
It’s fleeting life leaves nothing but a doubt.
August 11, 2026