Summerings

*This poem, along with another image, was posted last August on the blog. Dear Readers,  writers share from the depths of their hearts. Thus,  you understand my reason for a re-post. My heart is full—filled with appreciation for summer’s gift, free time.

Summer me with summerings,
leisure mornings, calm evenings,
care-nots if the phone shall sing,
To-Do Lists with not one thing.

Schedules not for when nor where,
no worries of have to be there,
no plans to do that like this,
only hours of dreamer’s bliss.

Summer, catch my caring kiss.
This hug’s for you; you I’ve missed.
I’m queen in this Castle of Time.
Sweet season, I’m yours. Be mine.

 

6 comments

    • Sarah,

      Early June is my favorite part of summer. The refreshing rains, growing plants, nature’s gorgeous decor, & of course, time off for a while from work all appeal to me in time’s seasonal exchange. Summer is a long recess for me! We all like recess! Happy Early June to you.

      Jan

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  1. Hi Sarah

    Summer, catch my caring kiss.
    This hug’s for you; you I’ve missed.
    I’m queen in this Castle of Time.
    Sweet season, I’m yours. Be mine

    What a beautiful poem capturing the magic ways and essence of Summer. Yes, there is a care-free sense of being when it comes to Summer and she casts her spell upon us. Thank you so much for sharing her influence on you and through that beautiful acclamation, on us. Love the poem and hope the season bless you and yours with its warm sunshine and gentle spirit of ease and light!!

    Thank you,
    take care
    Wendy

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