The Three Daughters of Summer

 

Three daughters of summer stand strong
Like unshadowed pillars of stone
Against the impatient rushing of seasons
The arms of Spring reach into May
With stretching budding tendrils
While the leafy twines of Autumn 
Stretch back into Augusts windy days
Does that leave much in between?

June comes first without introduction
With the first moments of warmth so bright
She is the fairest and youngest of them
And I could not welcome her more
The pleasant days that she brings
Playing with gentle ripples of breeze
Her sunlight hair dancing in the trees
But was she really here at all?

Then July her serious older sister
Right in the middle of the passing year
At the height of the summer long
She brings an inescapable heat
The clouds are only futile attempts
Nothing more, faint wispy and white
The merest of impressions
Brush strokes on a drying palette

Finally August the most uncertain
She is sad by the first of the leaves
That are turning colour ready to fall
Keeping Septembers zephyrs at bay
It becomes harder every day it seems
The world has turned against her
No more girls basking in the Sun
With an unstoppable heat in them

And later in an English Winter fire
My mind will so naturally return
To the happy thoughts of you three
Dancing around my garden green
A day here and there that was
Such a dazzling example of you
How I long for your return
To warm my aching bones

Reviews

[Dayran]

Absolutely incredible! The son of nature speaks of his daughters. Lear couldn't have said it better. Nice one Leigh.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The personification of the months as harbingers of our metaphorical moods and fancies...a nice concept. You write with a skilled hand and a lot of description. Perhaps sometimes a few too many "descriptors", but I can be wordy at times as well. My favorite stanza was the final one, because it brought things together and felt the most concise and well wrought. Overall, this was quite fantastic.

[Morgan Storms]

Very well done. Some of my favorite months too! Thanks for sharing.

[Marie]

You have paid a lvely homage to these months...the beauty of June...seriousness of July...uncertainty of August...