Comes that time of the year once more,
The sun climbs above the horizon
Up into that clear sky
Painting it a bright clear blue,
Not a cloud in the sky.
The sun gets higher in the sky
Giving light to all below it,
On this earth where nature thrives
Awaking on this clear bright day,
Ready to walk in the suns brightness.
I walk through the wooded glade
The sun lighting my way,
The speckles of sun shing down
Through the leaves and branches
Of the trees that surround me.
I come to the lake and sit
Watching the sparkling water
Where the sun strikes the ripples
Creating such glorious art for me,
Just there for me in this wondrous day.
I walk on through the day
Bathed in this sunlit heaven
Towards evenings wonder
Where the sun slides over the horizon,
Leaving its warmth behind.
I sit in my garden thinking of the day,
The wonders I have seen
On this beautiful sunny day,
And as I toast the day
Knowing that all is well in my world.
I know that British Summertime,
Is the best DAY of the year!
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Let's not tempt 'fate', and say 'That's it for this year - Summer - those two days in May!
We had snow in April, even in May in places. Dunno what people were complaining about! What more do they want? heehee.
Yesterday was summer warm sun all day where I was.
Andy
It's Greenland's fault, they say - a chilly air stream. Now, on to proper Summer, we hope.
Time for a song:
'I beg your pardon
I never promises you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's gotta be a little rain sometime.' (Lynn Anderson, 1973).
Erm - just not every day! lol.
Rain sometime - yes. But not all the flaming time. LOL
... Gracious, is it that time already .. I know time flies like the wind & of course, fruit flies like bananas, but ...
... I close my eyes and see a contented man in thee ...
... Neville
Thank you for sharing the contented outlook that summer can evoke dear Andy - may your days always be filled with happy warmth.
Well that's it then. The end of english summer. Looks like you enjoyed it.
What a rich uplifting read you've posted this morning my friend. But i missed any mention of your river. Come to think of it the lovely mistress Avon has been missing from your posts for a while now. Does she call to you still?
beautifully euphoric,
proudly patriotic
and sublimely: poetic...!
brilliantly executed Andy,
made me feel like we were sharing the walk together
immersive in intimate detail and graceful flow..
'She', must have visited
and helped colour your words
so transcendently scenic...
have a great weekend my friend
My oh my, Andy, the pollies, the advisors, or whoever it was who imposed British Summer Time (or similar adventures) onto an unsuspecting public should employ you instantly as chief publicist.....
An evocative piece though, despite all that....
Andy - I think I may have misread your work slightly. Despite the DAY emphasis, it took three reads before I realised its significance. Here I'm used to summer lasting for long sweaty MONTHS......
Wish I were sitting in that garden with you, Andy. I'll sit in my gazebo and think fondly of you.
Indeed a wonderful summertime to enjoy. Beautiful writing.
It was a wonderful warm day here. Thanks for sharing.
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