subtle
songs of warmth
surround
the scribe as she sits
chorus
of crickets
wild
cucumber vines
cascade
over neighbours hedge
pods
ripe for ambush
worm
slowly appears
out of a
crevice near The Pond
Pips
dinner arrives
heart
beat slows to pause
while
Bachs cello serenades
peace in
my garden
rippled
hosta leaves
create
shadows in sunbeams
sculpture
of nature
sultry
summers eve
sleep
arrives easily in tune
with
crickets and frogs
I love the second one.....picture clear in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThanks John. When I saw this vine I remembered picking up the prickly pods as a kid. O the fun we had ambushing each other but man they stung :)
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