Happy birthday to me ....yesterday that is.... Summer weather is here. Warm and green the day is. I have been wondering if I would have a poem today. It looks like I do.
I hope you like it. I cannot put my finger on it but something else this way cometh.
A Quiet Day
Beneath clear skies
I sit upon a wooden
porch
...
As horses till a field,shadows plod across
cut grass pulling
a quiet peace
through my mind
...
Drowning the incessant
noise of tire on blacktop,
the birds give voice to
this day's story
...
I bathe myself in quiet
solitude
The gentle, warm breeze
dries errant thoughts
...
The prose of a quiet
summer's day is all
that remains
....
ccd July 2011
Chris I`m sorry that I forgot your birthday.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is like a spot in the forests. That spot with silent sunshine. Looking up you hear the wind in the trees and the birds yes they can color the wind.
It`s a wonderfull poem this day even with a lil twist of sadness.
Night Night Sleep Well
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