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Summer flowers at Stockwood park
Brookie
I am craving the stillness, the indolence of summer, its high heat spreading like a sheet around me, underneath me. I am not quite there in terms of my schedule. I have about 4 weeks left to go of intense work. But everyday when I wake up the sun sings its awakening and I am pulled to it before I turn and face the list of things that must be done today.
But first . . .
a small dance
just a two step
on the grass grown too high
its blades grazing my calves
as i feel the light crown my head
and watch the breeze blow through tender grape leaves
against the red fence
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
I'm too longing for the warmer weather. I only hope that it gets here soon.
ReplyDeleteI could feel that breeze blowing ....
Hi Susan! Thank you for stopping by!!
DeleteI found this little gem through Susan. The stillness and the indolence of summer... so lovely! Yes, I hope it's here soon, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Alexandra!!
DeleteAaah, sweet Spring! She will warm you with her breath one minute and spit cold, wert snow upon you the next!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rebecca!!
DeleteAaah, sweet Spring! She will warm you with her breath one minute and spit cold, wert snow upon you the next!
ReplyDeleteLove this warmer weather, but today it's pouring; not that we don't need it.
ReplyDeleteWe also got some sprinkles today--although it should be in the 90s by the end of the week
DeleteIt's winter where I am now but when I read this poem I can feel that feeling of just being embraced by summer and nature. You've painted a lovely scene in my head...
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Thank you--you managed to find my little blog--
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