I wrote this summer story / poem yesterday and today. This is a true story, so all the things in this story have happened to me this summer, just the way I wrote them. At the end of this blog post there are also some flower pictures that I have taken this summer.
Hot days in June, it is so light at night, different things it allows The lovely sound of summer, little birds are flying around, I know them, they are swallows The birds wintered in the tropical lands, but now they are here We humans do not have to travel far, nature is so amazing, near. A cuckoo bird calling, baby woodpeckers are loud, a fox at me now stares A tiny spider as white as the flowers of the Midsummer rose. Fancy, just to say who dares Hide now, seek now, just wait and see, the day just might be fair Wandering the roads, no one knows, I might meet a friend, it is a hare. In July then, I am wearing a winter coat, I see a tiny moth dive into embers The rain is hammering the peony flowers, that a gardener remembers Then suddenly it is warm again, cherries, strawberries, everything you desire The scents, the memories, the long-awaited coffee around the campfire. Frogs are greeting me, raspberries, bilberries, the gold red and blue Grasshoppers I meet in the kitchen, now that is something new August, the days are getting shorter, sunflowers open their petals, so yellow Look at the stars, think now. Learn what is new, wonder, know. Late August, the Midsummer rose is flowering again, pears and plums ripen on the trees A hot day, every time the last one for the summer, who knows, oh, summer please! - Leena, August 25-26, 2020
Leena
