Poppies all have lost their bloom.
Summer heat is here.
With such brightness even gloom
Is smiling through its fear.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
Photos: “Clothed with Leaves”, above, and “In the Distance Brightness”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Somehow it makes me a bit sad when the bloom is gone, even if it means that summer is here.
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Other flowers start blooming, but it is sad to see some of them go. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Beautifully emotive! 💜
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Lovely poem. You always do so much with your rhymes.
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Thank you, Toni!
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The cycle continues – beauty replaces beauty.
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It does. Now there are roses. Thank you, Dan!
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As ever neatly done Frank – nicely resonant too…
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I am glad you liked the sound. Thank you, Scott!
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Such a beautiful photo of the blooming flower ~ Hopefully not too hot, the flowers wilt ~
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I took the photo yesterday. It was perfect temperature, at least for me. Thank you, Grace!
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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Summer seems to be one of those. be careful what you wish for, kind of things.
Dwight
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Good way of putting it. Thank you, Dwight!
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Lovely, how you say that even gloom is forced to smile.
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I am glad you liked that phrase. Thank you, Reena!
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Every beauty goes through their own cycle, even when the majority are at their prime.
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Yes, they have their own cycle. Thank you, Astrid!
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“With such brightness even gloom/is smiling through its fear.” Love this lines. They evoke summer’s atmosphere – beautiful and frightful at the same time.
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It can be both beautiful and frightful. Thank you, Imelda!
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The flower is so pretty, looks like a white rose to me. Luv your contemplation on garden dynamism, Frank. Happy you dropped by my blog
much love…
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It is some kind of rose which is still there blooming. Thank you, Gillena!
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Happily, the poppies around here are still glowing embers. It’s always sad when those embers die.
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I saw the blooms begin to whither a few weeks ago. It is around that time that the plants are replaced with others at the botanic garden. Thank you, Kim!
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Nature is looking forward to summer as well…
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Nature is. Thank you, Ben!
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Thanks for the uplifting words. I especially like, “even gloom
Is smiling through its fear.” These words made me smile.
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I am glad you liked them. Thank you, Ali!
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The poppies and the bleeding hearts make room for the peonies, but we still haven’t the summer heat. Nice poem!
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Some heat started today and yesterday for us. Thank you, Mary!
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Awesome!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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My pleasure.
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WHat BriGht Lit
Electronic Devices
And Longest Days
of the Year have
iN CoMMoN
Generating
Dopamine
For Creativity
Out of DarKNeSS
Too as SeaSons Correlate
WitH WHaT LivES WiTHIN As ReaL..
BuT oN CouRSE CReaTiViTY itsELf as Joyous
Act BRinGS Sunshine MoRE aT EssencE ReaL too..
hAha
And
some folks
think we should
Be Paid for Sunshine now..
NoW sort of like Biting the
Sunshine Hand ThaT Feeds US..:)
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Creativity itself brings sunshine. Thank you, Fred!
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Yes.. TG
Still
Sunny
Inside
Egg uP..;)
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