Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Summer Sunday

Bored breeze tousles walnut tresses

Fancy takes a flying leap

Through blue welkin wildernesses

Dotted with fluffy cloud-sheep

Wonder wanders like a poet

Looking for Lyric to snare

Wafting winsomely as though it

Winks at ink-besotted stare

Workweek weariness forgiven

Summer-Sunday, sweet reward

Grants a glimm’ring glimpse of heaven

As lust for life is restored

Woodland cast composes music

Masterpiece of lisps and sighs

Blue backdrop for green mosaics

…Mosquitoes mar paradise

Queen Ann’s lace trims dusty collars

On earth’s summer-Sunday best

Over wheat field skims the swallow (never could quite capture the swallow)

Fledglings wrestle in the nest

Zephyr strums loose-strife and daisy

Book and reader become one

Bumbling bee hums, hazy, lazy

Melodies in monotone

Summer Sunday, sweet siesta

From six days of toil’s staid toll

Summer Sunday, fine fiesta

Rests the body, feeds the soul

Bored breeze tousles treetop tresses

Plays a soft and sleepy tune

Loveliest of happiness-es

Summer Sunday afternoon

Poem without photo-interruptions...