Lazy days return with warm, soft breezes.
Regaining my senses, my natural rhythm, I wake with the sunrise.
To go swimming and wading in the creek,
Exploring meadows to pick fresh, fragrant flowers.
There are afternoon naps beneath tall trees,
Gazing at clouds to spy a ship, a dog or a funny clown gliding by.
As the warmth of the day retires with the setting of the sun,
Lightening bugs and streetlights beckon us home.
The sounds of the day quiet- only toads and chirping crickets remain,
Sending us off to sweet dreams ending another glorious June day.
© Donna Donabella 2013
This poem was written in June of 2013. It speaks of childhood summer vacation days spent playing with abandon. We were fixated on living in the moment, with no set agenda…just letting the day unfold. Now in retirement I am trying to get back these lazy days of summer.
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Special Note: The pictures are of various clouds found in summer here in central New York. Can you spy a dog or a ship in those clouds? What do you see when you gaze into the clouds?
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