I’ve never seen that before

 

‘Boof’ a softened thud

beside me; thirty foot fall,

a squirrel scuttles.

 

by Scooj

Summer buzzin’

 

Splendid Sunday sounds

as neighbours strim untidy

lawns; smells of Summer.

 

by Scooj

The frog and the princess

 

There’s always room for

two, when one of them is you

and the other’s me.

 

by Scooj

Ambition

 

I can jump so high

to the moon and stars above

believe me I can.

 

by Scooj

Swift

 

With my eyes closed I

can hear the shrill cries of swifts

signalling Summer.

 

by Scooj

Summertime

 

A blustery day

in a pooh bear sort of way;

wind and sun and rain.

 

by Scooj

Nature boy

 

Exploring Cornish

rock pools all Summer break; those

were such carefree days.

 

by Scooj

Foothold

 

Even now, as raw

winds battle southwards, Summer’s

last traces rejoice.

 

by Scooj

Borrowed time

 

Summer’s last hurrah

new leaves unfurl, unprepared

for September’s chill.

 

by Scooj

Summer’s lease…

 

How long must we wait

to revel in warmth again

and bathe in sunlight?

 

by Scooj