Ideas and Poems

Summer Days

Scraps of images
flitting through my memory.
Cut outs in a scrapbook.

Sitting on wooden chairs
in a sunlit garden.

Fresh green leaves
forming a dappled emerald arch.

Golden drops of sun
streaming down your hair,
your eyes, your chest, arms, legs.
Dripping onto the stone pathway,
leaving traces of warmth.

Mango flavoured ice cream
and lemon sweet water
cooling the hot day.

Summer days,
bathed in the memory of sunlight.