Daily Verse
Week 2, June 2024
Mid-summer's Eve
by Belinda Behne 10th June 2024
Running barefoot
through the night grass
following firefly lanterns
We pass
beneath full leafed trees
and join the dance
There is Magic afoot
in the moonlight
The warm breeze
caresses our cheeks
ruffling our hair
softening our bones
We float
among the night birds
The sweet songs
of crickets and katydids
woo us
We forget
our long hot days of labor
We remember
that we too
are part of the Wonder
Micro Poems on midsummer magic
by Kavita Ratna 11th June 2024
dewdrops...
a thousand
splendid suns
golden dosa
circles the griddle
I flip another day
white cotton
buds on black soil
promises
a rosy cloud
of candy floss
childhood spins
It's again this magical time
By Petroucka Alexieva 12th June 2024
Summer arrives on the strong wings
of the free gliding birds,
that enjoy the passionate hugs
of the kissing midnight breeze.
Songs of the night dance with the leaves
pouring million sparks over the trees.
It is again this magical silver-moon time
for the caterpillars turn into butterflies.
It is again this enchanted time,
when fairies ride unicorns adorned
with wreaths of glittering stars,
and the dreams dive
into soft-soothing lavender clouds.
Poems
By Mona Bedi 13th June 2024
the slow creak
of an old table fan
summer laziness
morning swim
the dawn unfurls
with each dip
roasting sun
the chatter of children
at the ice cream truck
Mystical haunting & Nostalgic Midsummer Days
By Satbir Chadha 14th June 2024
Magical afternoons spent in quarantined shade
Alternating between a snooze, a nap, a daydream and a song
Was that Granny snoring, or did the internet come strong
Through heavy drapes trills the shrill birdsong
Of homing birds chirping, chatting, twittering as they go along
Trolleys of tea with cakes and scones
Melodious strains from the mosque for the evening azaan
Special to the fragile few weeks of the Indian mid-summer
Fragrance of night jasmines and the delicate Indian Mogra
Infused in the easterlies that soothe the charred soul of my poem
Sea of smiling nodding beaming golden sunflowers
As far as eyes can see
Far yonder till the foot of the hills
The valley’s own mid-summer glory
Drinking the scorching sun, not reflecting it
Spreading cheer instead
The Peepul tree thick with latticed leaves, so shady
The concrete tree ring around the trunk
A potted Tulsi plant and two large Matkas filled with water from the well
Such peace
Golden juicy plump mangoes floating in tubs of water
The exquisite charm of the Indian mid-summer
Do I see love-birds behind the trembling leaves
They should be now that it is the season of love
Fluttering butterflies carry hope on their wings
And the hoot of the peacock heralds distant rain
Ah the special, so, so special memories of childhood summer
Like a spot of golden light in murky weather
Like dusk deepening into the eternal night
Gets a splash of cool moonlight
These memories, my sweet treasure
Biographies of Poets
Belinda grew up in the midwest, but she has spent most of her adult life in the vibrant culture of New York City. Her first career, as a teacher of special education, led her to the love of art, literature and theatre. She has pursued her passions of acting, writing poetry and performing professional voice-overs for more than three decades. She currently enjoys living on the edge of a salt marsh, where life continues to inspire her in new ways. Her poems can be found in LEAF Journal, The Wise Owl, and The Scarlet Dragonfly.
