Summertime…

the
warmth
of
the
sun
the
soft
breeze
the
ability
to
go
outside
without
a
coat
is
the
most
wonderful
thing

 

flowers
are
blooming
color
and
people
are
everywhere

 

the
cats
are
sprawled
on
the
hot
patio
dozing
off
and
on

 

I
can
hear
baby
birds
peeping
and
the
sky
is
blue

 

sometimes
I
wonder
if
I’m
dreaming

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19 Responses to Summertime…

  1. Nice….Makes one want to hang a hammock and lie in the lusciousness!

  2. cindy knoke says:

    Oh, I love the feelings this provokes~

    • Than you so very much. I’m having a great time. I have lots of pictures that I can’t show you until I can get them ON TO the computer and then ON TO my blog. Grrrrr. Debbie is going to go with me on Friday. I don’t know about my computer to ask the right questions or argue with them.

  3. Aishwarya says:

    Well I can imagine summer being so important and looked forward to 🙂 but fortunately in India we see enough of the sun and there are quite a few beautiful days… I sometimes see myself waiting for winters to escape the wrath of the sun! But then again winters here are also moderate compared to where you are and so the days are pleasant and nice…

    • So true. After long, cold, and very dark winters, having the sun and warmth is an amazing time. No snow, ice, freezing temps…such a wonderful thing to have flowers and sun. 🙂

  4. v4vikey says:

    Interesting Poem…… 🙂

  5. Me too I love the baby birds chirping. I hear them too right now outside my window. So wonderful this time of year. It certainly lifts your spirits tests for sure. 💕🌸🌸🌸

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