Bottled Summer

Menories of a slow lazy hot summer.

Bottled Summer

If I could bottle it, I would

I would put summer in a jar

And on a cloudy drizzly winter's day

Lift the lid carefully so it doesn't escape

And breathe deeply of all the scents of summer

Those scents which summon up butterflies

And bees and buddleia

Grass after rain

And still silent nights

And memories of moths and a full moon shining

Once a month perhaps

Or in the gloom of January

Or at the height of a winter's storm

I would unstopper that bottle

And relive the lazy, slow, heady, drowsy days of summer

Reviews

[katie]

Ah this would be wonderful! I imagine someone peeking into a bottle filled with light and warmth! Great poem! I can definitely relate to this! Especially on those cold, dreary winter days! Keep writing!

[Christine]

Thanks so much.

[Gee]

If you can achieve this please send me a dozen bottles please.Great little poem

[dan]

Murphy, First off, thank you for visiting my page; I now return the favor. I am now officially at the point where my love of winter is fading into the grey skies, searching out green ANYTHING to dodge this inevitable cabin fever. Thank you for taking me on a trip, however brief, to the future springtime rebirth of all things new and radiant. You made my day! take care...riki

[Christine]

Thank you very much dan.

[Jqjohnson]

Makes me warm just reading it. Very good!

[Christine]

Thank you very much jqjohnson.

[Jeannine Winklaar]

Love your poem. It is exactly the feeling you get when the weather changes after a lovely summer. Well done...you can actually smell it.

[Christine]

Thank you very much Jeannine.