Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber gown doth
retract
Nutrient-rich chlorophyll doth spill and sugary saps rill
Anon, doth ween a bright, colorful sheen
Golden crescents and cherry strobes with lobes iridescent
Rounded discs on Global Willow in creamy glaze mellow
Spiny-toothed, Red Oak leaves flossed with reddish-
green gloss
Sugar Maple stars bathed in a bright pumpkin lathe
Ovular Blue Beech blades are brushed with a brackish rust
Veins of Aspen heart umbrella bleed bright yellow
Pentagram lobes of Sweet Gum gilded with purple robes
After scintillating charade, garnished blades began to
fade
Leaves' life-giving juices the stout bough refuses
Nutritious store salvaging trunk doth score
The regal, shimmering gown now shriveling crown
A duller shade of brown on the crumpled folds redound
Last gasp, its withering anchor doth cast
Descending from mercurial splendor to mother natures
blender
August 21, 2012
Bearing in mind this weather is
Wearing our nerves quite thin.
Staring at this misty rain,
Daring summer to begin.
Sun is what we hoped to find.
Fun and sunshine and heat.
None is what we have received.
One could call Mother Nature a cheat.
Oh ! to be shed of constant rain.
Foe of our summer fun.
Go now! we've had our fill of you.
No sign that summer's begun.
Me, I've had enough of rain.
Free us from this constant drizzle.
See the sun for one brief moment,
We smile.... its gone..... hopes fizzle.
for Rick Parise's Lento contest
21/07/2011
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Summer sunset yawns
Stretching its arms across lawn
Paints the sky unique
Sleepily birds seek their homes
Whip-Poor-Will sings loves pure song
Contest:Tanka You
Theme: Summer Nights
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Date written: July 11, 2011
The Willows
To where the wisps and the willows blow,
From where the sun always shines;
To where the morning light is pure
And its warmth is true and fair;
To where the beauty of a youngsters smile
Is fine and born to they,
And the sound and worth of a simple word
Is heard where the willows sway
To where the wisper of a summer wind
Is warm to soothe the soul,
And the quiet patter of a softer rain
Past by so long ago;
Where here the motion of time and place
Is as calm as that summer wind,
And a child's smile makes sweet the dawn
Here where the willows sway
by m.n.
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summer days are bright n shinny. summer days are fun in so many ways. summer
days are very hot n muggy but no matter what we ppl deal with summer like its no
other season .rainy or hot or windy or not its what mother nature gives to all of us
Falling leaves
Bright reds and greens these fallen leaves
When the sweetness of summer dies,
And overhead did flicker in mystery
Ever brightly the falling leaves
I’ll rest my eyes when the wind is calm
And children retain there smiles,
When the only thing that mankind sees
Are visions of late fallen leaves
A breeze did rustle the brightened plains
Here in the freshness of autumn,
But still remains our summer gone
In the softness of late fallen leaves
By m.n.
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The warm summer morn
Came slowly onto this land
Spreading the delicate perfume
And filling the vale to the brim
Unaware of the miseries down there
She brought gifts for all
Gifts of ripe and juicy fruits
Gifts of sweet smelling flower
The green grass swayed with pleasure
The brook rose up to meet her
The birds started their welcoming songs
To see the last of winter
But down there
Men killed men
And women cheated each other
Totally ignorant of the summer morn
Children were bought up with bad words
The clouds of hatred
The mist of distrust
Enveloped the whole city
The soft summer morn stayed on
Trying hard to spread joy
But the ripened fruits were stolen
And fresh flowers were crushed
The city became dark and desolate
The grass bowed its head
The brook dried
The birds prepared to leave
The soft summer morn sadly turned away
The chilling frost settled happily
The place became quiet and dead
With dreams of a beautiful morn
By Tahera Mannan
Sunrise For HG’s contest
Summer came in with sizzling temperatures
and stifling humidity,
A long awaited respite from the frost settling
on the trees,
The extreme fluctuation in degrees made the
population uneasy,
queasy.........
not knowing what to wish for,
warmth or cold,
perhaps anything in between,
The heat had everyone up in arms,
trying their hardest to fight off the over
exaggerated warmth,
Then the rain came and cooled
the land,
an unexpected hand.....
slowly, but surely Summer vanished
leaving everyone ambivalent
still not knowing which climate is best,
very hot,
very cold,
eventhough Summer had its moments of rejuvenation
and good times,
This year it was not missed,
because of the scorching climes.
It’s back to school time
Fresh from a summer of fun and laughter
Suppressed excitement – meeting the friends
Exchanging and embracing new challenges
While autumn leaves turn golden red and fall
On summer nourished grass and dance
Wind gently making ballet of the shapes
You breathe in and absorb the essence of all this
Half sad that summer’s gone and winter beckons
She came to the ball in splendid fashion
Her entry slow and sure, full of graces
Her perfume spoke of the smells of fall
and her sweet breath soft on summer faces....
Taking summer by it's trembling hand
They waltzed together across the fields
Knowing they would meet again next year
And celebrate in glory when summer yields....
For the Fall contest
AUTUMN AMIABLY AMBLES in, SENDING SUMMER SLIDING.
MODESTLY FLAUNTING her brilliant bright wear,
While SAD SUMMER SLOWLY SLIPS away.
Thus it is often the seasons collide.
One is too eager to put on her show,
The other reluctant to give up her reign.
SWEET Summer is BITTER for being ousted,
While Autumn CALMLY and BELLIGERENTLY pushes her out
Knowing full well that her own time will come
When Winter will VIOLENTLY EASE her away.
Spring however, abides her time.
She's never too early and never too late.
Spring SIMPLY SPARKLES with splendor while she is here.
For John's FREE WITh SPECIFIC LIMITS contest
Die Sommerwiesen
Blühendes Meer im warmen Wind
Fernes Rauschen im Wald
Geruch von Sommer und Blüten
Wie Träume aus der Vergangenheit
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The summer meadows
Flowering sea in a warm wind
A far rustle in the forest
Odor of summer and flowers
Like dreams of the past
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Las praderas de verano
Mar floreciendo en un viento caloroso
Murmullo lejano del bosque
Olor de verano y flores
Como sueños del pasado
Summer Sun's heat waves good bye, cool breeze sweeps the desert floor
Geronimo's spirit sits by the autumn campfire
A lone coyote howls at the desert's Indian Summer Moon
When I am under summer's spell,
I'm like a child at "Show and Tell".
I want to hold it in my hand,
To brag and shout, "Is it not grand?"
In other seasons I'm discreet.
I don't go skipping down the street.
The beauty of a sunny day
Takes my maturity away.
I quite regress to my past youth.
I'm young again and that's the truth.
I dream this February day,
Beneath inverted clouds of gray,
Of blazing sun and summer heat
And browning to a golden treat.
I yearn for sun upon my skin,
The warmth of summer seeping in.
Vitamin D my ardent crave,
I plan to bottle it to save.
In my Northwest home's winter haze,
I will still have my sunny days.
inspired by Christies "Soul of Sunshine" contest.
Looking at how the leaves are changing colors
Green, orange, brown, and red,
Getting ready for the fall
I'm watching as they start to shed.
Daydreaming about how beautiful life is
While listening to the birds chirp and play,
Enjoying the warm summer breeze
Makes everything bad go away.
Soon it will be winter
And it won't be any more fun,
No more summer breeze
No more late nights under the sun.
It will cold outside, and a lot of snow
Little kids will be playing together,
Making snowmen, and snow angels
They will surely enjoy the weather.
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