The Hum of Summer
A honey bowl of sun
fills buttercups up
spills over red clover
in the height of midsummer
Grasshoppers hopscotch
Crickets crisscross
Petal skirts flirt
and bees do what they please
In the last fling of summer
bleeding hearts flutter
Ladybugs hug
and butterflies stutter
Songbirds lament
the last rush of lush
while hummingbirds hover
over leftover nectar
______Colleen Redman_____dVerse Poets Pub
September 3rd, 2013 12:57 pm
Oh, I LOVE this Poem….All the imagery is exquisite…..And the photo goes so well with the words!
September 3rd, 2013 1:15 pm
This is such a beautiful accompaniment to the end of a beautiful summer….. Excellent poetry CColleen.
September 3rd, 2013 3:52 pm
Love this Colleen–I love the way you use these images to help me feel that push toward autumn
September 3rd, 2013 4:10 pm
The end of your summer is quite different to ours; we don’t have hummingbirds for a start. Lovevly to be able to see something of your part of the world through you words.
September 3rd, 2013 4:35 pm
ha you capture a lovely afternoon outdoors or in the garden…so much energy, its like one big dance all…smiles.
September 3rd, 2013 5:36 pm
Beautiful!!
September 3rd, 2013 6:18 pm
First line caught my attention with a great visual: I can just see that sunshine making the honey glow! So much to love about this little poem. Absolutely delightful!
September 3rd, 2013 6:32 pm
I love line butterflies stutter…at the end of Summer….
September 3rd, 2013 8:28 pm
Beautiful imagery.
September 3rd, 2013 9:16 pm
A beautiful poem, Colleen. 🙂
September 4th, 2013 12:58 am
A beautiful poem Colleen, filled with lovely images of late summer flowers. I like the sounds in the third stanza.
September 4th, 2013 8:33 am
the last rush of lush
yes, this!
September 4th, 2013 4:35 pm
lovely images of the last days of summer..great write
September 13th, 2013 1:36 am
What a beautiful description of summer’s end.
October 2nd, 2013 11:09 pm
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