Saturday, June 2, 2018

The Summer Wind

1950's Kelowna
photo by Don Collier


lake-scent and willow whispers
on the summer breeze,
young girl dreaming 
under apple blossoms,
lost in reverie

hot summer nights
in the city,
twinkling lights
and darkling hills,
I sealed my fate
with a promise,
made for good or ill

young mother pushing
baby buggies
through summer afternoons,
at the lake with leggy children
who grew and flew 
too soon

I blew home on the Westerly,
set up house
beside the sea,
felt El Nino's warming sigh,
so welcoming
to me

now I'm remembering
all my summers
lived,
while this old planet 
spinned.
I hear the song 
of all my yesterdays
upon the
summer wind.


for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find good reading on a Sunday morning. Do come join us. Are you all finding it as inconvenient as I am, not having comments come to your email inbox? It makes it VERY hard to keep up and return visits. I used to respond to comments via email when possible. If I have missed you, I apologize. I checked with Blogger Forum. They are aware of the problem and say they will fix it and it will be working again soon. THAT is a relief!

29 comments:

  1. Good old memories of those summer days and nights ~ Hope you are well and enjoying our summer Sherry ~

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  2. A lovely, lilting evocation of your memories. Must be the time of life – I find my mind running over mine, these days, with equal pleasure.

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  3. This is beautiful, Sherry. I love the recollections and the reflections. I do think summer is a nostalgic time of year. I really love the last stanza!

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  4. I just love: I blew home on the Westerly...!!!!

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  5. I love the sweeping nature of this poem Sherry especially the darkling hills

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  6. I blew home on the Westerly,
    set up house
    beside the sea...

    These are lines that sing for every wayfarer and traveller longing for home.

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  7. Such wonderful imagery and nostalgia in this one, Sherry! 💞

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  8. What beautiful nostalgia Sherry and how well this poem read.

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  9. The last verse is especially beautiful. I am enchanted by the idea of memories in the wind.

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  10. Hard to remember them all, sometimes they fold together like a sandwich. xoxoxo

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  11. So beautiful, Sherry! Lovely memories of summers ago and gentle acceptance of the present moment.

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  12. you are full of sunshine!
    "all my summers
    lived,
    while this old planet
    spinned."
    Gorgeous lines

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  13. all those yesterdays hold memories.. beautiful poem Sherry

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  14. This was SO beautiful - I was captivated from the very first line! Stunning writing. <3

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  15. Nice to revisit happy memories, I enjoyed this piece, Sherry.

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  16. Your title reminded me of that old Frank Sinatra song 'The Summer Wind' and the poem took me back to summers I had forgotten. Thank you, Sherry!

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    1. Ha, I had forgotten that song.......but I remember the summers. Smiles.

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  17. Sherry, your poem is beautiful. At our age, reminiscing about our choices during our summer stage is often delightful and sometimes full of regret. What would we have done differently?

    I've been a little lost in Blogger. I thought last week's poem never posted, so I posted it again today. Now I found all the comments and Mary tells me she posted it for me last week.
    Blogger just can't test my lack of computer knowledge like this. Thanks or the info. I hope they fix things soon.

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  18. It all pours and pools together. This hypnotized me.

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  19. Your words (and their dreamy rhythm) are beautiful Sherry. I have read them several times.
    Beautiful writing of happy memories, your path to now.
    Lovely.
    Anna :o]

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  20. You rendered this beautifully with images as fresh as summer breezes.

    Summer is such an enchanted time when we are young. Let us hope that memories of summer will be recalled with such blissful fondness ... always and forever.

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  21. I hear the song
    of all my yesterdays
    upon the
    summer wind.

    It is good sometimes to reflect on the pastjust so it will help to re-align our directions for the future

    Hank

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  22. those summers must be beautiful. :)

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  23. I feel the summer! A great read!

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  24. Luv the layers in this poem. The here and now juxtaposed with the deja vu

    Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week Sherry

    Much♥️love

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