Sunday, 19 June 2011

Poetry Jam Summer Days

Summer Days

What we like to do is sit in the shade
On a warm summer evening,
Listening as birds make their last serenade
And the sun slips down the horizon,
While the colours flame and flush and fade
Through purple, apricot, crimson.   

What we actually do is huddle indoors
As relentless rain’s cascading,
Bedraggling the birds, battering flowers,
While a gale force wind’s prevailing.
The temperature drops, the savage squall roars,
We shiver in premature gloaming.

English summer is often delightful,
But don’t rely on the weather,
Lovely days can become really frightful,
‘Be prepared’ is the slogan for ever;
Some summers it seems June is spiteful –
Other times she is kindly, however.

'The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today' - except here 

10 comments:

  1. Some of the loveliest days I have spent have been in your country ... rain, fog, wind and all.

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  2. Sounds lovely to me... we've been in a drought for months now and desperately need rain.

    Thanks for the birthday wishes!

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  3. It's hard to believe, having lived most of my life on the wet west coast of British Columbia, but we are having English weather here in the desert part of the Alberta prairie. I'm sure the cacti are drowning.
    According to the rules of climate change, shouldn't you be having hot and dry right now? It would only be fair, I think.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  4. wish our weather was a bit more unpredictable...it is hot hot and more hot this year...did get a nice douse last night to cool it off...but right back at it by mid morning...do love being out in nature though...

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  5. A delightful serenade to the season - reminds me that I am not the only one with 'challenging' weather.

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  6. Clever contrasted first and second stanzas - 'What we like to do...' 'What we actually do...' and I really love the
    'We shiver in premature gloaming.'

    And ah yes, isn't it ever thus. Good old British summers.

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  7. Love the construction of this - the perfect rhymes and the nearly rhymes and the logical progression from dreamworld to reality.

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  8. I nod my head with Peter and Titus. There's strong poetry here. And poignancy.

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  9. ...the colours flame, flush, and fade. Love that image.

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  10. I remember doing a short tour on my way home from Zambia in June 1987. It started in London & passed through France, Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland & Italy - a whirlwind 10 days. And I remember FREEZING. I wondered to myself whether it ever got really hot over there!

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