HIGH SUMMER
With mighty arms which swing the scythes
the swish as reapers cut the corn
in fields where poppies shed their seeds
and rooks await the ploughs return.
The sap of spring departing fast,
the fading scent of new mown hay
whitening, drying day by day,
in summer pastures browned by sun.
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Michael Edwards (
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Beautiful. Spring comes in as a needed replenish. Then summer takes over and it makes us long for fall. Winter well, it brings hope for spring! Loved this.
Thanks Kat - we're having a hot summer here by our standards - not sure there any farmers still using a scythe but it makes a good poem
We are having a hot one too. Which is usually my fav time of year. The extreme heat has taken the joy away this year. I usually spend summer doing fun watery stuff. Now, basking in the sun doing work. Maybe that's what the problem is. Lol.
A fine write and pic M. You got ya scythe out?!
I\'m a sickle man myself - lots of little swipes
How's that evening going?!
could smell the ripening fields of corn with the force of these lines and the style you chose - another one to read again Michael - so into my favs - - love the picture of lilies - hope they perfume your flower-border
thanks Fay - they do brighten the garden but have dropped their petals since this photo was taken
Hi Michael,
A beautiful, lovely tribute to Summer.
The lilies are gorgeous.
Keep writing
FineB
Good write Michael, we are seeing some haystacks around here now, but how nutritious it will be I do not know.
Your writing today brought to mind how the scents of our countryside in blazing summer always bring to mind the joys of summers past. Childhood haymaking, teenage mischief making, adult love making, senior dream making.
Blissful.
Funny how childhood memories flood back - thanks for the kind comment
Amazing poem. Love the picture. Did you grow those?
Kindest Regards,
A.H. Browning
Thanks AH - yes they in a pot - they are a lovely waxy off-white
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