Poetry Sunday-Summer Breezes



Summer Breezes 



A sea of gold set ablaze in the hot sun.

I squint to watch a monarch dance with a bee,

Adrift on the sultry breeze.

As it caresses my skin and sets my soul on fire,

I am lost in the lazy hum of the garden.

All life here has succumbed to this moment-

There is no other as there will never be again.



 © Donna Donabella 2012




This is the last series of summer poems I wrote in 2012 and 2013 to celebrate summer.  This poem was a memory of a summer day watching the pollinators play on the breeze and sip nectar under the golden sun.




I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.



I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  



If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 







Special Note:  The pictures in this post are of a monarch butterfly drinking in the last golden nectar of summer before flying south for the winter following those summer breezes.




I leave you with a few additional words about Summer Breezes.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.


All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

76 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-Summer Breezes”

  1. I squint to watch a monarch dance with a bee,
    Adrift on the sultry breeze.

    These are such beautiful lines 😀
    Happy Sunday 😀

  2. luv your Monarch collage, you never leaver without gifting us, this is so sweet; enjoyed the wrapped attention in your verse

    have a lovely Sunday

    much love…

  3. Love the line “it caresses my skin and sets my soul on fire.” I can just imagine you glowing ever so happily. After I discovered the wild bees in the tere outside I kept hoping I would be able to hear as well as see them. My hearing is pretty bad or the box is too far up in the tree. I even pressed my ear to the trunk hoping the vibration would travel through the wood. Only this week have I actually heard the sound of their hum. It made me so happy.

  4. A beautiful poem Donna, and gorgeous shots to go along with it.

    I”m happy to note that I can now finally [laughing] tell the Monarch, and the swallowtail butterflies apart…at first we thought they were all Monarchs…but that’s why I love blogging…there is always someone out there who knows what a butterfly is.


  5. Fabulous butterfly images, Donna…that make my heart sing. YAY for the bees. YAY for the butterflies. And YAY for the poems that spring forth because of them.

  6. Isn’t it wonderful when all the work whiich goes into a garden: the sun, wind and rain’s work, the bees work, our work, settles down and we can take the time to appreciate the ‘lazy hum’,
    And remember that we are human beings not human doings.
    Lovely poem, beautifully illustrated.
    Thank you.

  7. Oh, the yellow daisies ARE stunning–how could a butterfly resist? It’s a beautiful and childlike thing–to imagine a butterfly dancing with a bee-:) Very lovely.

  8. Lovely words and poem, it is so easy to get lost in a beautiful garden! The monarch images and mosaic is beautiful. I have not seen a Monarch yet! Enjoy your day!

  9. How sweet of you to share one of your poems and images with us. I’ll put it on my desktop. You got some amazing butterfly photos. They have been elusive here this summer. Sweet hugs, Diane

  10. Lovely poem and creative mosaic to accompany it Donna.
    Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday.

  11. Thank you, Donna, for commenting on my toad! What a magnificent Monarch. I have only ever seen a similar (but not identical) butterfly in Greece. Your words about the moment are both exquisite and so true!

  12. It is so mesmerizing to see a fluttering butterfly next to a bee perhaps competing for the same thing. Wonderful lines Donna!


  13. I love that golden square full of butterflies, Donna, and the last two lines – “all life here has succumbed to this moment, there is no other as there will never be again”. Beautiful indeed.

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