Season of mist and mellow fruit,
Of blossom and scented air.
Bird song and busy bee,
seem to inhabit everywhere
Grass green horizon,
velvet blue morning sky.
A little bird with a sweet song,
is singing on wing high in the sky.
Dew laden petals sparkle,
under the new day’s sun.
While somewhere in the distance,
children are laughing and having fun.
3 Nov 1978
Nice use of imagery - this poem touches all of my senses in just a few words. Thank you for that warm summer morn in February! Linda
Alicia - you left out a 'd' in your last sentence. Polish, polish. polish!
Never mind the polish! I like it in its raw and natural state. This is an uplifting poem, David. Brings a ray of sunshine to our miserable British winter. I can almost hear those bees..... Love, Fran xxx
loved this piece of wonderful poetry. we have had a very bad winter here and its not done yet, there is more snow in the forcast. so i can relate to this poem, a great write David.
Very nice David, a definite feel of serenity found in this lovely poem.--Melvina--
David, Hello, I have been reading a lot of your poems this a.m. I especially love 'A Summer Morn'...You write with your heart in your hand or pen or.... Sincerely, Dorothy
Takes me back to sitting on my front porch on the first day of summer vacation....I did a poem about that once I'll have to go find it and post it.....thanks for the memories: O)
reading this makes you indeed feel as if you are in that garden, and not the one outside my door that the rain is pouring down into
A perfect poem to read on a chilly Canadian morning! It made me feel warm inside. Sweeeeeeet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fresh and richly evocative portrait. A perfect antidote for a grey winter's day. jim