credit: Sue Akande |
There’s talk
of morning fog on the forecast,
Leaves on my
Sumac are starting to turn,
Cooler
evenings are now drawing in fast,
Yes, summer will be over all too soon.
Yet the sun
is still warm this August morn,
As I enjoy
my late summer garden.
Butterflies
on the Buddleia adorn,
Rowan with
its scarlet fruits is laden,
Plump
blackberries soon to be harvested.
The wood
pigeon coos its familiar refrain,
Bees are buzzing,
late blooms are targeted,
Crocosmia, Fuchsia,
Cranesbill remain.
My late
summer garden gives such pleasure,
And I am
thankful for all its treasure.
6 comments:
Nice addition to the sonnet section, Sue! Lovely imagery -- you certainly know a lot about nature.
Alex
Your garden sounds wonderful. Great to have wilder fruits- blackberries - there anomg it all. And Rowan! Bet the birds love your garden 😊
A lovely poem Sue, I can visualise it all.
Lovely to read and really brings your garden to life in our imaginations.
Lovely picture of your garden it must be beautiful
Thank you for all your comments, I really appreciate them. I love being in my garden😊
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