My Love of Summer

How does summer fly?
Warmth of days gone by
Barbeques imply
Tasty chicken thigh
No chores
Scents waft to the sky
Past a loud magpie

Autumn I’ll defy
Sunset we decry
Hawk soars
Weather is bone dry
Cherish mid-July
Lake shores
Warmth of days gone by
How does summer fly?


Today’s poem combines the prompt at, which calls for a seasonal poem featuring all senses and a rhetorical question, and the dVerse Poets Pub Lai Nouveau poetry form.

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21 Responses

  1. A lovely write Linda, really looking forward to Summer now! 🌞

  2. I look forward to those summer days of barbeque and outdoors fun. A lovely lai nouveau – the first I have read in the poetry trail. Thanks for joining in.

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