SOMETHING OF SUMMER
While, at the last outpost of its empire,
a blackbird sounds reveille and, next door,
red admirals repose in buddleia,
something of summer, caught in the early air
and gathered, a lightness, perfumed, bold,
is touching narrow, walled-in gardens
where, high over houses epochs old,
wood pigeons flute in maples and a thrush,
lost in the snows of a pear tree, cuts notes
like glass. Neglected blossom lights
along the chipped and blackened bricks, a rush
of scent from satiny blooms, while clovered
lawns are striving for grass.
Note: The poem has subsequently been published at
http://thirdsundaybc.com/2012/05/20/vol-1-no-5/
John Chapman
May 25, 2011Our garden is now filled with the fragrances from compressed seasons’ blossoms of Rose, Honeysuckle, Peony and Mock Orange.
We brush past Thyme, Lavender, Mint and Lemon Balm
and inhale the smell of Box released by the heat of the May sunshine. The newly fledged Blackbirds and Starlings fight for the currants to which they will become addicted and bathe querulously in the bath we fill twice each day.
Jessica Stephenson
May 20, 2012This is absolutely lovely! I enjoy your meter. The images are felt within me as I read. Thank you for sharing this on Third Sunday Blog Carnival – http://thirdsundaybc.com/!
Dawn Napier
May 21, 2012Very nice. Brilliant, sharp imagery.
Alina Cathasach
May 22, 2012What a lovely piece. I adore the visuals it induces.