Solar Dreams

Hi Everyone here is this weeks blog,

It’s sentiments are slightly premature, but is it my fault the sunshine came early!? πŸ™‚ Even though the calendar insists Spring begins September 1st, the keen observers, here at least will note it has already arrived. There’s another reason not to believe everything you read. πŸ™‚Β  I hope some of you will enjoy it. πŸ™‚

Wishing you all a beautiful week to come.

Tikarma.xxxx

(Baby Tikarma enjoying a nap in the sunshine)

Solar Dreams.

Ice still forms under the eaves
thinner, fragile.
Still ice evaporates from the fences.
Rises,
Caressing the air with its chilling fingers.

The earth sodden with winters breath.

But…
This morning clouds part for a brilliant sun.
Patches of blue emerge growing larger
With the elevation in temperature.
Spring has barely started
On my skin I feel it though,
That growing warmth that speaks
Summers coming.

Today T-shirt
A day for mowing lawns, but not lemonade.
No need for wooly hats,
Umbrella at the ready.
There’s full sun, clear skies
and a radiance that brings memories…

…Nostalgia through the growing years.
Many have abandoned you
For the temperate climes of
Autumn and Spring.
I still love you…

…Your clear crisp light.
Your heat
The scent of balminess, water and mown grass.
The taste of brine with its clinging sand.
Tantalising.
Ice cream, hot nights under air conditioning.
Water on hot concrete
A sin these day
Yet the memory seared in recall forever…

…Bare foot at morning tea,
Sponges, mops,
Brooms and dusting cloths.
Rooms half empty in a cleaning frenzy.
Dust and grime of winters rain and chill
Swirling in scented steaming buckets of
Eucalyptus and pine.

The birds can feel it.
Spring drives a fever that has them singing,
Their chatter sprinkling the air
Louder, protracted.
The light knows it,
Stretching itself for another half hour.

In my bones a surge of energy emerges.
Summer.
Its long hot days still a thing I ache for.
Its heat a taste I still crave.
Makes me itch
makes me restless
Makes me want to
run
and
run
and
run.

For now,
Like a shy cat peeking around the corner
Summer.

There’s still cold days to come.
Rainy days.
Still a night of frost or two.
But…
There’s a surge of life.
The thermometer each day climbing higher.

Soon you will emerge as the dog running
Tail high wagging,barking with HELLO!
Summer…

…Anything is possible in Springs first warm light
All the world before me once again.

Β© 2011 Tikarma Vodicka

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13 thoughts on “Solar Dreams

  1. Hi Tikarma,

    Firstly, I agree with you…SPRING IS HERE!!!!! No, this poem is anything but premature. Nature doesn’t live by calenders, and we are very much a part of nature. All the birds know it’s spring and so does the garden. Who are we to argue any different?

    This is such a wonderful poem. It captures Spring and sunshine so well. After the wonderful sunny day we had today, only this poem could top it off! This is life and feeling all rolled into one. A mixture of everyday and nostalga. The sun just shines through this poem and warms my heart.

    Thank you for such a wonderful start to the season.

    With all my love always,

    Jamie

    β™₯β™₯β™₯

    1. Hi Jamie,

      Thankyou very much for your lovely response. I’m glad this poem helped to make your day. πŸ™‚
      Spring is most certainly here and hopefully it holds out to summer *corssing fingers* I think I’m certainly done with the rain and cold. It’s a constant conflict this calendar. It’s great for keeping track of days if I remeber to look at it πŸ˜‰ but no it doesn’t speak for the seasons and their movements. I suppose though it’s the consequence of our need to have everything in neat little boxes. *cheeky grin*
      I’m glad you feel that my sentiments capture Spring and the essence of summer well.
      I hope the warmth in you heart grows and is sustained as we continue to move ever closer to summer.

      Thankyou so much again.
      Yours in love always.
      ❀
      Tikarma
      xoxoxoxo

  2. Tikarma,

    This is an absolute delight – I could feel my smile getting broader the more I read. I just love your enthusiasm which shines through every word of the poem πŸ™‚

    I have been out this morning – the sun is shining but the air had a wonderful feel of Autumn about it – the sort of day when I can take my tea out onto the balcony!!!

    We may be moving in opposite directions as regards seasons but this morning I can share in your delight πŸ™‚

    Arohanui
    (((BSH)))
    David
    xoxox

    1. Hi David,

      Thankyou for your most kind comments. πŸ™‚ I’m glad this poem was able to bring you a smile and that it sat nicely with the Autumn weather you are experiancing. πŸ™‚
      I’d imagine having tea on the balcony would indeed be a pleasure. πŸ™‚
      My first flat was on the third floor and had a balcony. I remember enjoying watching the world go by below. πŸ™‚

      *lol* re: my enthusiasm. It’s probably a little embrassing. I’m such a little kid. I’m either all for it or not at all. *lol* I’m glad though that you are able to enjoy my jumping up down for good weather. πŸ™‚ I think in part in find winter so grim, that to have warmth and light makes all the world of difference for me. πŸ™‚

      I hope you continue to enjoy the Autumn weather and the changes it brings to your area. πŸ™‚

      Arohanui
      (((BSH)))
      Tikarma
      xoxoxox

  3. Tikarma, I so enjoyed reading this poem. I read it very slowly because that is how it invited me to read.

    I felt it and inhaled all the lovely spring scents that you so beautifully described.

    And the picture is wonderful!

    Love and
    (((hugs)))
    Christine x

    1. Hi Chrisitne,

      Thankyou for reading and your lovely comments and compliments. πŸ™‚ I’m really glad you enjoyed the poem. My phrasing/grammar does tend to slow the reader down. I try to reflect how I would actually read the poem in how I write and space it out. πŸ™‚
      I’m very glad you were able to feel Spring within my sentiments.

      πŸ™‚
      Love and ((hugs))
      Tikarma
      xx

  4. Felt with you, all the way!
    Even though I don’t share your love of the hot summer, the poem certainly convinced me that you do! πŸ™‚

    There is a lot of joy, which I felt too with the the first warmer and sunny days finally arriving!
    I wish you lots of creativity surrounded as we are by Spring and all the activity which goes with it. Lots of bird songs too! πŸ™‚

    with Love
    Mum & Karley xOOOx

    1. Hi Mum,

      Thankyou very much for your lovely response. I’d imagine you yourself are very happy with this much more pleasant weather. πŸ™‚

      *LOL* I do love my heat! I appreciate all the seasons but there is something in summer which makes it my absolute favourite. πŸ™‚

      I’m glad my joy came through. I think as much as I’ve appreciated all the rain I really began to feel trapped by it and limited in what I can do and you know how I hate to feel boxed in. πŸ™‚ This warm weather really is like a door opening on new opportunites. πŸ™‚

      I wish you much creative energy too and I hope the light and warmth make working in your studio a much more pleasant and invigorating experiance. πŸ™‚

      BIG PATS for Karley
      with much love and ((HUGS))
      Tikarma
      xoxoxo

  5. Wow, Tikarma! That is a wonderful write. I love that picture of you as a baby. You seem to have the same face. I hope you week is well. *HUGS*

    1. Hi Diana,

      My apologies to you that I’ve dropped off the internet again. I hope to have an email to you very soon. πŸ™‚

      Thankyou so much for your kind comments. I’m very glad that you enjoyed this poem. πŸ™‚

      *blushing* Ahhh bless baby photos *lol* Yes I don’t seem to have changed a great deal aside from the obvious maturation. I find it fascinating looking back. πŸ™‚

      My week is very busy but in a good creative way. πŸ™‚

      I hope you too are having a very good week! πŸ™‚

      (((BIG HUGS)))

  6. I’m losing it. First of all I apologize for being late getting here. I have things on my mind that has more or less confounded me. As I said in the beginning, I’m losing it. I can’t understand the poem. Spring is not here. Maybe it is spring where you are, but it is August here. Not meaning to be contrary, and in fact loved the poem, it’s just that I would have loved to have read it sometimes in . . . March maybe, or April.Yeah, April.

    1. Hi Jerry,

      Thankyou for reading. There is no time limit on my blogs. I don’t expect people to jump and respond when I post. Actually to be quite frank I’m always surprised I get responses at all.

      I would hope people read because it intrests them not out of any sense of obligation. πŸ™‚

      I hope the thoughts that have taken your time are finding resolution. πŸ™‚

      As for the poem no you’re not loosing it. I live in Australia and yes we’ve had an early start to Spring here. I write when it’s myself on what is relevant to me here. I don’t post for an audience, so for any Northern readers I’m always messing up their sense of time and season. *cheesy grin*
      I can well understand though that it would be jarring to read a seasonal poem out of synch with your own environment.

      I’m glad though despite the discombobulation that you liked the poem. πŸ™‚

      Thanks again.
      T.
      xxx

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