Foxgloves blew in the morning breeze,
Surrounded by ferns so soft and green,
A butterfly flew by with gentle sway,
A wonderful scene on a bright sunny day.
Sky of blue,
Cloudless I see,
The pleasant hum of the bumble bee,
This is the scene I miss the most,
As Winter arrives,
Sweet summer is lost.
Jayne Louise Davies
Yes, summer lost for 6 months as nature takes a well earned rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The keen observation of the humble bees makes this poem endearing