summer
Reclining in the beating rays,
All toasty slips into a haze,
What lovely babble on the air,
The water's croaks and adults' flairs.
The corner of a gorgeous sky,
Makes for a loud presence in view,
Calling for a cease and merry gaze,
Dancing in such vibrant blue,
The forever call and ceaseless glory,
Drips off the corner to man's seat below,
Calls him to contemplate that mighty fellow.
By rolling clouds and ruggard grass,
The early summer heats on breezes pass,
The yellow and the evergreen,
Like deep wind-chimes whistle at this bright scene,
So howling ever as it comes,
An eager herald to Aeolus' runs,
A sturdy bench for such a time,
Seats two's unyielding passage into life,
To gaze upon our youth and trials ahead.
Wet grass and the cascading whiff,
Of all encompasing life in verdant sprawl,
Wisened roots to gentrify in truer sense,
Lowly paths to watch ascending arches,
Leaves and moss to drape the land in pearls.
See the sunny tide,
A rolling ripple endless to the sky,
A blue-cast dancer in the spotlight of the day,
The pebbles fold into their multitudes on the shore,
They huddle too in silent waves.
The eager pictures fall behind,
They took a lightness on my eyes,
Now heavy lids make days draw quick,
Walk heedless weary 'neath the sun,
Beside the swollen grass and waning stalks,
Beat on in pulses as the vigor of my heart,
Rescind the rain to call the summer glaze,
A squabbled scene of green to find,
Which lasts beyond all strength of spring,
Alas the eager pictures will return at dawn,
To test I last beyond all strength of spring.
The cloudy sky is mottled pastel blue,
The grass is green and vibrant through and through,
I watch the clouds, they dance to one fine tune,
Friendship blooms in a windy afternoon.
Roasting in the sun with Dad,
Along the heaped up concrete so,
Atop the sprawling brickwork so,
Aside the neat cube hedges tall,
Our legs don't haste like prior days,
But walk half fast,
But walk half slow,
And meet in middle heel to toe,
And roast in Summer rays,
For lunchtime walks do friendships grow.
Clicking snaps layer like paper,
Flush against the squirming sound beneath,
They nudge the grass in swaying resonance,
Dancing to the grass-hopping tune,
These little critters play the wind,
With sprung legs and rocket boots,
Their muscles like pistols coughing steam from clicking joints.
Hot day,
I'm a puddle on the floor,
Melted from a walk by burning tarmac,
The sun straight vertical overhead,
Leaving shadows shrivelled under,
And I set out for more,
Getting back to the body is worth the rays.
Loudest shirt,
Drowns out the cannon balls,
And flying water sprawled about,
And all the laughter and stern sights,
That lock on flying yellow spheres,
Dived under by a shirtless bunch,
That smile and hit wild crashing blows,
On yellow balls that bounce above,
And eclipse the sun...
Yet even still the talking's drowned,
Yet even still the great joyful cheers,
And dancing fall so quiet from: the loudest shirt.