Season of Love

A little season of love for you. I wrote this one last summer. At that time I wasn’t sharing my poetry but today seems like a perfect day to share this one…

Flowers dipping 
Under rain drops
Late morning star
Moonlit tide
Takes me out too far
 
Church bells sing
Berries beckon
Kiss the ghost
Of the boy of summer
 
Afternoon quiet
The crow’s mournful
Caw, caw, caw
They’ve left me alone
 
A hedonist seeking
The bounty of the season
Without rhyme
An abundance of reason
 
Sun everlasting
A star’s refrain
Skip the stones
My flesh bruised
Not yet bitten
 
Season of love is here
Soon gone 
not wasted
On a tear of loss
With juicy haste

poem/seasonal/summer

18 Comments

Chrys Fey
August 6, 2020 at 8:07 am
Your poetry is like your art (and poetry is art…so that makes perfect sense). I adore both.

Kiss the ghost
Of the boy of summer

Love, love, love that!

Thanks for sharing your poetry with us!
- lisa
  August 6, 2020 at 9:15 am
  Aw, thank you, Chrys 🙂 Everyone has a ghost of the boy of summer, I believe.
Mabel Kwong
July 29, 2020 at 3:42 am
Didn’t know you wrote poetry so elegantly, Lisa. It speaks to me of the little things that make us happy during the summer…like nice sounds in the distance, juicy fruits and the sun shining ever so brightly. A season to go out and about and enjoy ourselves. I do think you captured the season of love very well. It’s often an up and down kind of experience, with ups and downs, and we always yearn more of it.
- lisa
  July 29, 2020 at 8:30 am
  Hi Mabel, thank you. So glad this is giving you good summer vibes. Ups and downs are always a part of it. So nice to see you!
Suzanne @ The Bookish Libra
July 27, 2020 at 7:58 pm
This is beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing it.
- lisa
  July 28, 2020 at 8:44 am
  Thank you, Suzanne <3
Jeff
July 25, 2020 at 10:55 am
Nice poem (but I am haunted by the song/poem by Billie Holiday, “Strange Fruit”, while reading James Cone’s “The Cross and the Lynching Tree” and for some reason as I read this, the other came back to my mind)
- lisa
  July 25, 2020 at 12:36 pm
  Thanks, Jeff. Interesting. I guess because you were recently reading those, you correlated this? I think that’s what is so fascinating about poetry, to each his own interpretation. To me (and I really shouldn’t dissect my own poem as that is boring) this is about longing, yearning for something we don’t yet understand.
Marcia @ Menopausal Mother
July 24, 2020 at 2:33 pm
I like this—it really places me right into summer mode. That last line was great!
- lisa
  July 25, 2020 at 1:13 pm
  Thank you, Marcia <3 Summer has its vibe at different stages of our life.
Tamara
July 24, 2020 at 9:07 am
Beautiful! And I love the photo that accompanies. Ah the kiss from the boy of summer.
- lisa
  July 24, 2020 at 11:07 am
  Thank you, Tamara xo Right? The boy of summer…
ShootingStarsMag
July 23, 2020 at 6:02 am
Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing.

-lauren
- lisa
  July 23, 2020 at 9:50 am
  Thank you, Lauren xo
Darlene Foster
July 22, 2020 at 10:08 am
A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. xo
- lisa
  July 22, 2020 at 10:38 am
  Thank you, Darlene xo
Balroop Singh
July 22, 2020 at 9:52 am
Lovely thoughts Lisa. Season of love never ends if it is reciprocated well, it deepens with time just like old wine. 🙂 I like your poetry. Keep writing.
- lisa
  July 22, 2020 at 9:56 am
  “Season of love never ends if it is reciprocated well…”. I agree, Balroop and love how you’ve expressed that 🙂 Aw, thank you for your encouragement, it means so much to me.