morning brings promises of peonies-
sky mirrors an invitation-
tarry with the chores
and fold away the to-do-lists
i pause at half-planting the store-
bought vegetables in container pots-
i listen to birdsongs
& marvel the bees in the garden
the forget-me-nots dally
with blue iris & blossoming rose buds-
the summer air is delicious
as freshly baked sourdough bread-
in a minute, wind blows white seed-
heads of a dying
dandelion, puffy wispy clouds
beyond my grasp-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Join us for OpenLinkNight when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
