No time for pictures today as I've been busy gardening, catching up on housework and trying to get something done for the Show and Tell session at our group meeting on Tuesday.
The Weaver of Grass is driving the Poetry Bus this week and I promised to try and write something. I have been very lacking in inspiration recently but her suggestion that we write about flora and fauna made the task easier. Here is my offering:
Favourite time of year
when all the senses
are bombarded with delights.
Gardens flourish with flowers and produce,
birdsong and the hum of insects
fill the air.
A gentle breeze wafts the scent
of blossoms and newly cut grass -
wildflowers remembered from childhood
stud the fields and verges.
The lively antics of young animals
and fledglings amuse us
and a sudden thunderstorm
The warmth of the sun on limbs
and faces uplifts us and
for a while our cares can be dismissed
for summer has at last arrived.
Home sweet home. - Yes, it feels like home. Not the farmer with his dear self in it, but I have to be realistic - he is not coming back - just the memories of him - and I ...
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