You can never have too much yellow

You can never have too much yellow
for it’s the colour of the sun
And I’d challenge you to disagree
it’s not loved by everyone

For me that’s going to be the case
for as long as I can see
For it’s synonymous with summer
Where I so love to be

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

 

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Pavilion Gardens

In Brighton there’s a cafe
in a garden with a view
Overlooking the Pavilion
(to some, the palace new)

It’s famous for its rock buns
(though today we did decline)
as we are on a diet
with an eye on our waistline

But it was still relaxing
and quite special in the sun
Sitting drinking coffee
and watching everyone

©Jemverse

Photo – Pavilion Gardens, Brighton – looking across to the Pavilion – from the Pavilion Gardens cafe – Jempics. 

Tangible

I was only away for just over a week
But that’s enough to get used to the heat
And enough now I’m home to feel at a loss
And that somehow things aren’t quite complete
It was tangible there, like something you touched
and present by day and at night
But back home in England, there’s a chill in the air
even though the sunshine’s still bright

Part of me thinks I could live with a summer
that in essence is with me all year
But I know I’d miss Sussex, the place I call home
as I really do love living here
Yes, tangible heat all year round would be great
But of course there’s always a price
For there’s nothing to better the green I have here
In Sussex, my home, which is nice

©Jemverse

Photo – the expanse of Sussex green – Jempics

Twelve months nine

No.2 of 12 in the ‘Twelve Months’ series

One-day respite for September
the month of nine is here
A birthstone of pure sapphire
and a message which is clear
It’s flower of birth – Forget-me-not
and Morning Glory too
Synonymous with sunshine
Summer’s end here to bestrew

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[This is 2 in a series of 12 poems written for and published on the 1st of every month for a year. See also ‘Twelve months eight‘]

Dahlias

Yellow, bright and lovely
Three words, though there are more
To capture what the Dahlia
each summer has in store

Basking in the sunshine
They’ll always turn a head
From every one who passes by
this gorgeous flowerbed

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Twelve months eight

This poem starts a series
that will run through the year
A new one when the first
of every month is drawing near
And August starts it off
as it seemed the thing to do
No better place than summer
to begin a series, new

August is synonymous
with the height of summer sun
When days are at their hottest
and the holidays have come
And yes, I know that here in England
that’s sometimes not the case
As I’ve known Augusts (as have you)
when it’s chilly round the place

But I’m sure you’ll catch my meaning
as the intention is quite clear
That August brings a smile
because the holidays are here
Time to have a break from work
and maybe get away
Or simply lounge around the beach
as sunshine fills the day

©Jemverse

Photo – Mediterranean August sunrise – Jempics

Mallow

Pink and magnanimous
the tree mallow knows
that here in midsummer
it’s here to disclose

An explosion of colour
‘Midst the yellow and green
which is quite the most vivid
this summer you’ve seen

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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