O' summer sun where hath thy gone?

'O summer sun where hath thy gone

your warm caress upon my face,

absence makes heart grow fonder

as pallid skin craves golden rays 

imbue countenance with bronze grace

'O summer sun, pray emerge, displace

oppressive, overhead grey clouds,

for ye are worshipped, hailed throughout

every land, presence sought, revered

giver of light and life,'justly avowed

'O summer sun bereft of glowing aura

cornstalks lean low in sodden field,

unripened kernal, destined to decay

save for thy gilded majesty, sweeten

bitter taste, harvest a bounteous yield 

'O summer sun, show not undue temperance

be effervescent, brazen, bold and bind,

cast off cloaked veil that shrouds blue sky

so with thy divine, illuminating power 

renew the land, uplift hearts of men in kind 🌞

Author's Note

Go for it ..

Reviews

[Marie]

"O summer sun where hath thy gone"? I just love the olde English, Tom. I love this wonderful ode to the missing sunshine. Somebody must have kidnapped the sun. We would willing pay a small ransome to have it back, we are so desperate at the moment. Never seen such a bad month of June before! It's as cold, wet and windy as the month of October! I guess your weather must be something the same? I love how you name out all the various things which benefit from the warmth of the sun and what things won't be available for the coming winter due to the lack of the sunshine also. The never ending bad weather is depressing and you make that point strongly in the ending lines of the poem. Great depiction! Excellent word choice! Only wish the sun could read your poem and chase all the clouds, rain, wind and cold away. What a joy it would be! Exceptional write, Tom. Love it! Thank you for sharing...

[Tom]

Yep thanks my friend, indeed so Marie, mid June yet still strong summer sunshine to savour and enjoy, global warming, i have my doubts?? It is the natural cycle of weather but please Mama nature, gives us something to warm, dry at least July/August, after all, we don't need anymore rain here in Ireland for now! 🙏🙏🙏

[Marie]

Yes, hoping the best is yet to come or it will be like going into a third winter in a row when winter finally arrives. Friday next is the longest day, and days will begin very slowly to get shorter after that. Summer will soon make way for Autumn! But, we will keep hoping. Thank you again for sharing, Tom...

[Sami Khalil]

Tom
What a marvelous poem
You are waxing Shakespearean.
Enjoyed every line

[Tom]

O' to mentioned in the same breath as arguably the great bard of them all..... thank you Sami 😃

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Tom.

[Lydia Shutter]

Each stanza could stand alone. The imagery you employ is just splendid. Hard for me to imagine the summer sun has morphed into gray clouds. Here in South Florida, the summer sun feels about the same as the autumn sun does! We wear sunscreen every day....or have a payment plan at the dermatologist's office! :) I hope for you the summer sun becomes brazen and pushes those gray clouds out of the way! Great write, Tom. Lydi**

[Tom]

Oh I'm so envious of that summer warmth way over there with you Lydia, but hey, it is what it is so I'll have to get on with it as they say.... Thanks for the terrific review my friend! 😎

[Cherrie Palmer]

O the Summer Sun is surely yielding to tempered days and drizzle. Except for today. It's 82 and not a cloud to be had.

[Tom]

' Oh I'm so envious, not a great summer here and now it's typical autumnal weather, fairly beneign today but wind and rain back tomorrow, big time 😥

Thank you Cherrie!!

[Lorry]

I had to check if you were in the same country as myself for a minute after reading this, but we are neighbouring countries, if you don't mind a bracing swim being between us 😊
There was just too much that was similarly eerie for it not to be close by and I do long for the sun to be brazen, although it may well have to wait as there was storm warnings for a storm hitting us on Wednesday and you will get the pleasure of being in its path before we are.
Maybe it's time to invest in some sunbed sessions, or top up on vit C at least and keep praying and dreaming the gods of the skylights as I call them, take pity on the lack of sunbeams hitting the ground, what with the often felt permacloud base keeping it at bay.
I wish you well. 😊

[Tom]

Thank you Lorry, yes, only a good strong swim across the irish sea seperates us, btw, the added song below the poem is by a group known as ' Middle of the Road ' their lead singer, Sally Carr is Scottish, tho doubt sh'es doing too much these days 😎