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Summer yellows,
lilies, dandelions.
Summer greens,
cucumbers, peppers.
Summer reds,
tomatoes, bee balm.
Summer whites,
trousers, hats.
Summer blues,
delphiniums, jazz.
Summer,
lazily drifting
into September.
© by Robert Manchester.
Used with the author's permission.
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Robert Manchester (1943 - 2022) was born and raised in New Hampshire, surrounded by leafy trees, stone walls, and memories of Robert Frost, Jane Kenyon, Donald Hall, and Richard Eberhardt. He wrote and published poems for 50+ years, admitting that he much preferred writing to submitting, although his work appeared in print frequently. Robert especially enjoyed writing "edgy" poems, he said, about "the underbelly of life--the junk cars, tumbledown trailers, goat pens in the front yard, and the like." In addition to being a poet, he was a lifelong gardener and devoted volunteer at many charitable, educational, and public organizations.
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jtmilford:
Your poem has the feeling and the colors of summer.
Posted 08/31/2015 07:53 PM
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anne.lehman2929@att.net:
I love the use of "hats" and "jazz." They anchor the poem to the human part or summer/nature. Good Poem!
Posted 08/31/2015 08:53 AM
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epysz:
Another good one.
Thank you to Robert Manchester.
Posted 08/31/2015 07:00 AM
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phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Perfect choice for August's close!
("for summer's lease hath all too soon a date" (Sonnet 18)
Posted 08/31/2015 05:58 AM
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