Summer

Restless breezes
Trip haplessly through fruited boughs
Pregnant with life
Fostered by a fertile Spring

Silvan ripples
Peek impishly
Amid stones polished
By tide and time
Before returning
To a matronly sea

Redolent flora
Rich in color and cast
Sway rhythmically
 At the urging of the sun

Natures family
Children of the forests
Eat hungrily of the season
Reveling in the cycle of life

A world alive
Free of inhibition
Pervades our senses
Touches our soul
With it’s magic

It is Summer

 

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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