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A Summer Afternoon.
Summer softness strokes
the cheek as breezes creep in
through the door,
shade and shadows drift across
a lawn now daisy kissed.
Leisured sway of woodland trees,
too sleepy to do more, where
idle birds with heat drowsed wings
just sit within and sing.
wonderfully expressed. This
wonderfully expressed. This should be read while sipping an ice cold lemonade, summer shines in every word.
Thank you Wordman, wouldn’t
Thank you Wordman, wouldn’t mind an ice cold lemonade :-) I’m very pleased
you liked it, Sue.