Penny's Poetry Blog

The Summer Sunshine Scattering all sadness     As the night takes wing, Waking into gladness     Every living thing. On the hill-to...

July July, the month of Summer’s prime, Again resumes his busy time; Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell, Where solitude was wont to d...

Life is but a Dream A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, ...

It Was Upon It was upon a July evening. At a stile I stood, looking along a path Over the country by a second Spring Drenched perfect...

If you were a Rose and I were the Sun                            (Song) If you were a Rose and I were the Sun     What then, little g...

The Day is Waning The day is waning; gracious shadows grow; Sweetness of vesper bells is on the air; The soul is stirred, a dreaming e...

Summer-Moon When the stupid people were not looking      – They sat in shadow of the sail – I softly slid down the plunging boat-bow ...