The house is hot in Summer time.

South windows catching all the sun

and far below, the glassy sea

is patterned with a currents flow.

Our garden hums with many sounds,

a buzzing bee, the whir of wings.

The chatter of a cool lawn spray

and leaves that rustle in a breeze.

 

Waves of heat distort the view.

Children play upon the sand.

Adults snooze in shady spots

and languidly fend off a fly.

A Humming Bird sips from a flower.

A Butterfly wafts into sight.

A petal falls upon the pond.

A flash of gold reveals a Carp.

 

Bald Eagles, scornful in their flight,

avoiding fractious Crows and Gulls.

While Robins, with heads cocked in thought,

search through the beds for tasty bugs.

These lovely, lazy days drift by.

The dog digs holes to cool his tum.

The cat peers from a leafy bower

and flowers bloom in lusty show.

 

Summers such a wondrous time,

for us who love these balmy days.

We wish this season would not end

but know that soon the Fall will come.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, 1988