Ubi sunt for summer

Where are the sunshine days
now winter's cold hand clasps?
Still there though faded now and weak
as summer never lasts

Yet there in the circle promise lies
and breath bated with a smile
knows with reassurance it
will come back in a while

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[An ‘ubi sunt’ poem poses a rhetorical question derived from the Latin “uni sunt qui ante nos fuerunt” (Where are those that went before us?). Indicating nostalgia,  an ‘ubi sunt’ poem is about the transient nature of things].

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Sunshine true

Some say it debilitates
that may be true
yet never from sunshine
you'll see me eschew
for as had been said here
many times in the past
I was born of the summer
and that fact will last
So to sunshine and warmth
I will gravitate and
promulgate all its virtues
so you'll understand

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

When it’s hot I am (reprise)

6 of 10 in ‘The lavender series’ from Jemverse

I am part of the sunshine
It’s warmth lifts my soul
It revitalises and
with it I’m whole

I am part of the summer
Long days in the sun
with lavender lingering
when they are done

I am part of the essence
that winter is not
As I’m only myself
when it’s lovely and hot

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

‘When it’s hot, I am‘ was first posted to Jemverse in March 2016

The sun I find

This time of year with pen in hand
I'll sit down in my garden and
as sunshine warms and shines and does
what in July it will because
this is summer, so will I
sit down and watch as time goes by
and words may come. they often do
reflecting on a whim eschewed
crafted from a poet's mind
inspired here by the sun I find

©Jemverse

Photo – Sally Croucher

Melting Days

The mercury climbed to forty
for the hottest we had seen
records broken everywhere
from what they once had been
and everybody moaned
as no infrastructure here
to cope with extreme weather
when the high is in the clear
Ice-cream sales and paddling pools
brought respite here to some
but most of us just melted
in this gorgeous summer sun

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Photo – Jempics

That lavender time again VII

I've long had a passion for lavender and
that time of years' here with clippers in hand
my Trug* will be filled with fragrance divine
which I've grown through the year and now is all mine
Sometimes there are casualties, plants come and go
some prosper well, but others (you know)
may give a few flowers then give up the ghost
but that's not too often and thankfully most
at this time of year when summer is high
bring my lavender heaven replete for a sigh

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

*A Trug is a Sussex woven basket made from a handle and rim of coppiced sweet chestnut wood which is hand-cleft then shaved using a drawknife. 

Fields of long summers II (part 6)

Concluding the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days) [12 of 12]

Those fields of long summers are here with me still
as though I've grown older I've not had my fill
the adventures have changed but I am far from done
as I'm still looking forward to summers to come

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

This was inspired by verse 3 of ‘Fields of long summers‘, first published here on 7 August 2015

Fields of long summers II (part 5)

11 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’

Those fields of long summers I expect to remain
returning to them again and again
with more adventures to come in grass baked by the sun
and in old age have days filled with laughter and fun

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Photo – Jempics

This was originally the second verse of ‘Fields of long summers‘ published on Jemverse on 7 August 2015

Fields of long summers II (part 4)

10 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’

In fields of long summers explored as a man
I still have the fun 'cos I know that I can
For as long as the sun shines in blue of the sky
You'll find me out there with a satisfied sigh

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Photo – Jempics

Fields of long summers II (part 3)

9 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’

In fields of long summers the colours of yellow
was ever there present for this happy fellow
reflecting the sunshine to which he was born
those summers were everything as per the norm

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Photo – Jempics