Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: summer

  • Summer’s Warmth

    Have you ever written in the shade of a tree? I have done it several times, and I highly recommend it. The best time to try is on a sunny day. While we cannot control the increasing warmth of summer, we can embrace it and make the most of it. Now, I’d like to share…

  • Autumn

    Autumn plays a game of colours Warm are painted trees and land Sweet are songs from her lovely birds With those two, she gave benevolently

  • That Leap of Faith by Arunav Barua

    Ever woke up scared, disoriented and not knowing where? Open your eyes and you’d see that the Sky’s still there Even the worst nightmare passes away with a little smile All that we need is a heart strong enough to withstand while The planet remains, its beauty intact, hidden in white pages That are real…

  • Beauty

    Beauty is the ladybird Waking in the midst of dew To enjoy a quiet and lonely walk

  • Spring

    Green and red leaves may fall When spring sing from tree tops And blue skies are her muse

  • Happy Autumn Song

    Autumn plays a game of colors, warm are her painted trees and land, sweet are the songs from her birds, With the two, she gives benevolently. *** Image by Yaran Qadr

  • Dreaming of Summer

    Summer is a dreamers tale, told in advance In this dream; grasses are green and squirrels dance Summer is the song of comfort in the hearts of many It refreshes, renews and brings solace to the wary Summer is the wild flower growing by the roadside An adorable fragrance from shrubs, sweet and mild Summer…

  • Wealth of Summer

    “The flowers blossom in magnificent desires The tree leaves are greener, and the airs milder But are all these, the only wealth of the summer?”

  • Summer

    Summer rides through the little forest, Desiring to warm and wake every creature It saved in the heart of trees that flourish On the tarred roadside, a sweet aura of air That kept both faun and flora intrigued! ** Image by David Thomas Martins, a friend and a great painter poet.

  • Rain on the Window 

    I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay  Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing…

  • First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown

    When the Winter Witch got tired of the warmth Which the fine golden sun brought She decided to leave the sunny, pitiful city And with her she took all her trinkets and jewellery Then she would stare across the vast wild Oat fields And all she saw was melting ice and she always sighed In…

  • The Summer’s Tale

    When summers arrive The flowers bloom in red and pink The clouds are proud under a mild sun Joy brings hope, connecting the bridges The green fields grow We see farmers sowing. The summer leaves change hue Blowing a hearty kiss While her cold, monstrous nephew Comes to take what was once bliss The nights…