Heavenly Force Poem by Ernestine Northover

Summer's warmth floats in the air,
Here, there and everywhere.
Sunshine escaping between the cloud,
Waking our minds from brooding bowed.

So let it therefore persevere,
By entering, without impediment, the atmosphere,
Where we sojourn in silent contemplation,
Just pondering, there is no loud oration.

A kind of gentle tranquil bliss,
Where in, we tend to reminisce,
On all those summers gone before,
Such pleasant memories we've kept in store.

We bring them forth once the season's right,
When sunbeams shine so brilliantly bright.
Lifting our hearts with joyful things,
As if our spirits had been given wings.

And opened up the world around,
Leaving us entirely spellbound.
With a feeling of a summer clime,
When the bells of recall start to chime.

Such optimism, this time of year,
Which grows when hot temperatures appear.
Summers's warmth, a unique source,
A wondrous, enlightening, heavenly force.

© Ernestine Northover