When the Wind is Warm 🎧

A poem about summer ⛱️

This poem was inspired by my daughter talking about how you know when it really is summer. I feel so vulnerable when I share these with the world, still so unsure if anything I say is any good. But here it is, I’m being brave… 😳

Photo by Link Hoang on Unsplash

Update: June 2026

I’ve since updated this poem and attached the original version at the bottom of the post, just in case anyone is interested in comparing them. I’m actually so proud of it now and have started to believe in the possibility that it could become a picture book perhaps. Eeek! 📚☺️

🎧 Listen Here

‘When The Wind Is Warm’

“It really feels like summer mum,
when the wind is warm

I love it when the wind is warm mum, I love it, I feel free
When the wind is warm, I can really be me

I can run from outside to in and inside to out
with no need for shoes or hanging about

When the wind is warm, there's no need to worry
But my ice-cream might melt in more of a hurry

When the wind is warm, the hours are endless
So much day, to play and never be friendless

I love it when the wind is warm mum
When time stands still and the days are care-free
Where I can be me, and we can be we

It’s the best, when the wind is warm mum
D’you know what I mean mum?”

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The Original Poem

I can stay outside when I’m wet after swimming mum, when the wind is warm
It really feels like summer mum, when the wind is warm

I love it when the wind is warm mum, I love it, I feel free
When the wind is warm mum, I can really be me

I can run from inside to out and outside to in
With no need for shoes or anythin’

We can leave the doors open without worry
When the wind is warm mum, there’s no need to scurry
Although ice cream may melt in more of a hurry 🍦

I love the feeling of warm wind on my arms mum
A friendly caress where skin and air meet with no layers between

When the wind is warm Mum, the hours are endless
So much day, to run and play, and never be friendless

I love it when the wind is warm mum
When time stands still and the days are care-free
Where I can be free, and really be me

It’s the best, when the wind is warm mum
D’you know what I mean mum?

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