The Art of Happiness

How glorious the noon sun bold

That kisses long the marigold

And dances o’er aromatic mint

To the shaded acer with a mere glint

 

Over the pot where petunias spill

Just at the end of the windowsill

The shadows stretch in curling scrawls

Along the passion flowered walls

 

And laughter shakes the apple trees

From that impish devil summer breeze

And thinks they’ll fall from his raucous song

But they defy him hanging on

 

And beam with reddened skins express

There sweet and plump deliciousness

And oh those flirty grapes divine

Which magically turn themselves to wine

 

Such treasures summer does bestow

Long may it reign long may it glow.

Reviews

[Gee]

What a lovely poem Pauline, great imagery and wonderful rhyme

[Pauline]

Many thanks Gee for your lovely response.

Pauline.

[Sushma Chaudhary]

Indeed a beautiful one! Uniqueness which I could relate with Nature.

[Pauline]

Hi Sushma. Thank you so much for your lovely response.

Pauline.

[Betty Hermelee]

Glorious images of summer's wonders. I love your words. They bounce and charm the reader, not to mention the beautiful rhyme You've got a certain style that shows us the uniqueness of nature... and "oh those flirty grapes divine. You actually humanize these marvels.A happy piece!
Best, Betty

[Pauline]

Hi Betty. Many thanks for such a positive response to this piece.
Pauline.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pauline, first of your poems I have read. Impressed I am with wonderful imagery of what comes across as a very beautiful English garden. Very much enjoyed your poetic expression and classical style here. Thank you for posting. Made me happy to read it.

Chris

[Pauline]

Hi Chris. This was written some time back. Sometimes I wonder where the words come from because at other times I turn out a lot of mediocre stuff.

[Chris Shaw]

Most poets will relate Pauline. Sometimes it just happens and the end result is pleasing. Other times, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't gel :)