Friday, July 29, 2016

Summer Or Is It Just the Wind?





It moves, a green tide through blue-dappled leaf arches
It rolls, a gold glimmer through barley and wheat
It sweeps like a southern belle through open porches
It chases the tumble-weed, tickles bare feet
Now rising, now falling, now sighing and moaning
Nature’s formless vagabond roams land and sea
Teasing and seizing, cajoling and honing
Each summer-sweet morning into history

© Janet Martin

Where and how did July go in a such a flash ?! 
Ah yes,
Flower by flower, 

ebb by flow, 
 
splish by...

splash...



2 comments:

  1. So glad your summer is passing with the best of waymarkers!

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    1. Cyndy, your comments have the best phrases in them..like 'the best of waymarkers! love it.

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