Summer Poetry

sunflower

Posted by on July 31, 2018

By Phyllis Peacock and Nevada Poetry Society

SUMMER VIGNETTEyellow bird

Beside a rusting barbed-wire fence,
its sun-bleached wooden posts awry,
a field of purple thistles thrusts
its spiky blossoms toward the sky.

Small yellow birds that forage there,
seem bits of ribbon in the wind;
perched lightly on a slender stem,
in tune with nature’s sway and bend.

Anne Conibear

 

SATISFACTION

Here’s
my floral triumph of the year:
eleven sunflower plants,
almost regal, as tall as
I (and more), inviting
hosts of honeybees.

Neighbors smile
at the bumptious majesty
of huge, coarse blooms …
But I,
I marvel at the poufs of roses,
accents of dahlias,
carpets of lantana.
All … a transcendental treat!

Sam Wood

 

SUMMER

Sipping lemonade
Under opulent heavy boughs
Merciful shade from that
Monstrous fireball −
Energies
Recharged

Phyllis Peacock

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