The Glorious Mid-Year

Abode late April,
The garden hose showering
Sprinkles of earth blood
Over jaundiced grass,
Shoring their sparse stores,
Still survived but near surrender
To solar blaze pounding its
Indifferent bombardment
As if reminding its lowliest subjects
Of life given easily retracted
In contract remission

Wallowing in the spring shine,
Cool breezes whispering tender

Memories of childhood cherished,
Upon ears deaf to hustle and
Pine leaf quivering eyes
Blind to urban twilight,
The mile away detritus of
Central city basking in the same,
But not to be seen this deep in the Green 'side

Thinning crowds receding
Like my temple hairline,
Remains standing dauntless 

To encroaching darkness

As fellow follicles take flight

From approaching conclusion

And those who stayed happily played

In the jaundiced grass, laid and listened to
Music singing warbles and tones of
Bliss ignorant to future winters and winters passed,
Last glimmer of afternoon,
Sunk horizon afterglow spectacle
A nature light-show encore to day glow

These are the glistening jewels in our dusty crown,
The morsels of chortling without a care
For wet weather responsibilities, heavy and damp,
The drudgery of Bridge station and Thames river water
Held fast to hold hope for the end of the day,
And the coming of next year's Spring-Summer

Reviews

[poetdoug]

"Glistening jewels in our dusty crown"
You have a wonderful way with word painting my friend. Keep it us---a blessing to us all!

[Greater Z]

Such wondrous imagery fills this poem. Your words seem to pull me into the scenery described in your poem. It has been written well. So I give you my greatest compliments.

[Michael G. Smith]

Jaundice grass and the metaphor to receding hairline my two favorite parts to this festival of words to mid-year.