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.

 

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wonderfully expressed. This

wonderfully expressed. This should be read while sipping an ice cold lemonade, summer shines in every word. 

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Thank you Wordman, wouldn’t

Thank you Wordman, wouldn’t mind an ice cold lemonade :-) I’m very pleased

you liked it, Sue.