Backyard Musings: A Poem of Summer

Pink Peony

Pink Peony in Summer. Muffet, CC BY 2.0, via Flickr.

This poem is about the joys of summer. I wrote it after reading the Free Write Friday prompt from the Kellie Elmore website.

The prompt is:

Then followed that beautiful season… Summer.
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Here is my poem:

Backyard Musings

The birds of summer know their home,
In a nest, in a tree, in a world she adores
From where she sits on a green cushion
In a chair, in a patio, in a home that
She bought six months prior.

The season
Surrounds her heart with scents of
Freshly cut grass that pluck at the air, while
Petals of white azaleas wave in the wind.
She sees the pink peonies in her garden when
She turns her head left.

She smiles to herself as her
Small daughter runs across the
Bed of grass,
With a small face so content at simply
Being able to run, in a yard, in a world
That lays beautiful sheets of nature,
If only we choose to see the fabric.

The woman knows that her own bed
Lines with contented sighs
When she approaches it later with
Her exhale as light as the breeze
That holds her.

Summer contains fresh smiles, and
They replenish at the roots, when
We choose to revisit the simple moments
That many children so easily enjoy.

Β©2013 Christy Birmingham

This is christyb, wishing you a summer that reminds you of happy children.

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79 thoughts on “Backyard Musings: A Poem of Summer

  1. penpusherpen

    Our gardens contain so much, offer so much to us. Contemplative/fun/sharing/nature wise. and your poem underlines this fact magnificently Christy. Uplifting in tone too, have a wonderful Sunday. xPenx

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  2. Mark

    Beautiful Christy! Reminded me of my daughter today running through the sprinkler today and yelling this is the best thing in the world. Oh the simple things are so often the best. Great writing and lets make it a great summer!

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  3. mywithershins

    Aahh! Pink peonies – one of my mother’s favourite flowers. When I see them I think of her. Thanks for reminding me of all the beautiful images of summers past. πŸ™‚

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        1. Cat Forsley

          and again …..
          u know what i love – the flickr messages πŸ™‚ amazing amazing amazing πŸ™‚ Hope it’s beautifullllllllllllllllllllllllllllll in BC today – here a AN amazing sauna πŸ™‚ lol xxx love love love xo πŸ™‚

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  4. Judith C Evans

    Thanks for reminding me of the summer treasures we take for granted. I remember childhood summers that seemed to go on forever — at least I wanted them to! It’s a beautiful summer day here in TX, and we’re drinking in every moment.

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  5. Aquileana

    I love the freshness of summer wind.

    I believe I am now feeling the scent of flowers coming down here!

    Cheers Christy. Have a nice week πŸ˜‰

    Aquileana πŸ˜‰

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  6. Jeri Walker-Bickett (@JeriWB)

    Nothing like a good poem to put me in my happy place. Plus, the picture of the peony conjured some great childhood memories for me as well.

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  7. Talicha J.

    ” in a world
    That lays beautiful sheets of nature,
    If only we choose to see the fabric.”
    Beautiful Christy! I loved reading this! Great addition to the prompt!

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  8. Julie Catherine

    Love your summer poem, Christy – the imagery of scents “plucking at the air” is awesome; and “in a world That lays beautiful sheets of nature, If only we choose to see the fabric” – great word choices, metaphor and phrasing! Wonderful read my friend! xoxox πŸ™‚

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Hi Julie! You picked out the phrase about ‘beautiful sheets’ and it is my favorite part of the poem. Thanks, my poetic, beautiful friend. It was nice to see you on FB earlier xo

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  9. BuddhaKat

    This is so lovely… it’s like I sat on the green cushion, looking through your eyes, sensing with your senses, with you as you surveyed your surroundings and made them into beautiful poetry…
    all very calm and peaceful and simple – like the summers of youth!

    πŸ™‚

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