Still, the sun spills summer
through the muslin curtains
onto hardwood floors,
still, I wear no shoes
and with a glass of wine, I rest,
relaxing to the weary
whisper of the wickerwork,
to slumber still.
as autumn calmly cools
my skin to sleep.
Today Lisa hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, and to honor Labor Day, the word is work. I have hidden it a bit in my poem, but it should be easy to find.
September 5, 20222.
Lovely! My favorite flower ☺️
There is that sense of the season’s end drawing near, and in the contentment, a certain sadness is found, perhaps in the unsaid but felt contemplation, and the aged hardwood floor.
Beautiful alliteration, Bjorn, and it includes images of so many favorite things that play together in summer. ❤
Ah so restful! And love the image!
Bravo!!! Nice one
You had me at “the weary whisper of the wickerwork”. Here the leaves have not changed color yet. It is still in the high 80’s. October brings the chill and the colors.
A very calming poem, love “relaxing to the weary
whisper of the wickerwork, “
Yes that creak of the cane seat has me there with you. May autumn cool you just comfortably, and may you stay barefoot for a pleasant while. Have a good week!
I like the repetition of ‘still’. That end of summer feel.
This id a wonderful poem Bjorn, leaves a satisfying afterglow.
Reads like the hypnotic swirl of summer’s last sunlit rays: that quality of restfulness, so nice.
Nicely done Bjorn.
A very nice Quadrille! Enjoy it while you can. Fall is just around the corner and winter not far behind.
Gentle words of summers departure. Here in the southern hemisphere I am looking forward to summer breathing on us once again.
You’ve captured that beautiful in-between moment, Björn. Can’t wait for that first cool on skin here that tells me fall has found me.
So lovely and relaxing. It feels like a lullaby for adults.
What a lovely picture of a vase of cornflowers to illustrate your poem, Björn! Cornflowers have such a gorgeous shade of blue. I love the image you paint here with your words, especially the sun spilling summer ‘through the muslin curtains / onto hardwood floors’ and the alliterative ‘whisper of the wickerwork’ – very comforting – and the calm acceptance of the changing of the season.
That is a beautiful poem!
Beautiful! So lovely and peaceful.
I love how the shortness of the piece brings a peaceful and restful image and mood.
Such beautiful images. This is a lovely time of year, when summer is still lingering, but autumn is whispering.
Ah, that lovely moment “just before” everything changes. Nice piece.
How beautiful…the ‘still’ness of dying summer before autumn creeps in.
Ohhh that flower and the poem are amazing!! Thanks for sharing such beauty with me this afternoon. You made my day!
Weary whisper of the wickerwork. Nicely done!
“sun spills summer”
A gorgeous beginning to this lovely poem!