Poetry Friday: Summer
My contribution this week is an original poem, first posted at Deo Writer . Inspired by my afternoon ritual of reading in the “outside summer living room”.
Summer
Fresh air living space
I sit, rest, and watch
Spotted towhees flit here, there
Scrounging the next meal
I sit, rest, and watch
A warm breeze caresses
Wind chimes lull me asleep
My book falls to the ground
A warm breeze caresses
Whirring wings of the hummingbirds
As they send Morse code messages
To each other
The whirring wings of the hummingbirds
Am I dreaming?
A petite energy warehouse
Cupped in my hands and released
Am I dreaming?
Short rapid barks startled me
I awaken. Pick up my book
Surrounded by fresh air living space
Kelly Fineman is hosting the poetry round up today. Head over and read more poetry.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
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Jone — it’s lovely. Is it an original? I’m assuming so, and have credited it as such on the Round Up. Please drop me a note there if I got it wrong.
Ah, summer. I very much want to lie outside and read with my hummingbirds, but they tend to be so nosy they zip right up to find out what book I’ve got. A lovely poem!