Summer Poems
[n] the warmest season of the year; “they spent a lazy summer at the shore”
Summer
Sweet as a berry
Summer is merry
Popsicles and lemonade
A memory that will never fade
Vacations and going to the pool
Of course Summer has one rule
Always have FUN
Out in the sunAuthor: L. Farrington
Dark
Robins finally quiet.
The mountain has pulled on its blue hood
of night, its spruce-lined cloak
looses owls from deep inner pockets.
Here below, moths flutter around porch lights
gathering secrets at each door:
who’s not home, who’s got an unexpected, unwanted guest.
A few houses away, someone listens to jazz alone,
someone reads a crime novel set in Iceland –
the wind is blowing over a barren landscape
where a boy was lost.
At dawn, lilies called Embers of Vesuvius
will slowly unfurl their hot orange petals.
Robins will start up again.
This whole thing will feel premeditated.
Even when the mystery is solved at the end
someone still lies dead.
Close the book, turn out the light,
it’s too late now.
Poem by Kristen Lindquist
A cottage
A cottage
at the end of the path,
between maple trees and evergreens,
a front porch, weathered boards,
memories in the grain,
summers by the lake,
green converse allstars,
monopoly into the wee hours of the morning,
pancakes and bacon mornings,
red ginham table cloths,
chasing fireflies, sparklers,
hot dogs on the grille,
spitting watermelon seeds, sticky chins…
a cottage, memories,
and now we make our own,
hand in hand as love
once again sits on the porch,
counting stars and drinking lemonade,
you and me and a cottage
at the end of a path…
love
Good night beautiful
Summer Cottage
Father’s in the woodshed,
Cleaning forty fish;
Mother’s in the kitchen,
Washing every dish;
Sister’s upstairs making
Every bed we own;
The company is on the porch
With the graphophone.
Father does the rowing,
Brother does the chores,
Mother does the baking,
Sister sweeps the floors;
Everybody’s working,
Here at Idlenook,
Except the company — and that
Sits down and reads a book.
– Edgar Albert Guest