Summer Fruits

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Early summer grounds keeping…
We’ll bale hay another day,
there’s fish biting, and the sky’s blue,
I hear a voice inside me say.
Grass is still short over here, let’s sit and tell each other stories.
A cardinal calls from over yonder
seems simple, but they bring me to you.
Verdant pops over azure brilliantly as I lay down to stretch my back.
Wind will catch a branch, rhythmic in its timing, and life’s hectic pace slows, my breath less demanding.
Nourishment calms a craving, yet this fruit is barely listening.
And nothing, no, nothing is ever just perfect.
Who would want to exist that way…

13 thoughts on “Summer Fruits”

  1. This is summer… ❤️

    If there ever was a poem to match the feeling of how I spent down-time in summer when I was young, this would be it. “We’ll bale hay another day, there’s fish biting, and the sky’s blue…” Yes, indeed. Chores and work are part of the backstory, the necessities of life – but it is when a little free-time peaks through, the spirit of letting summer roll right over you is the best 😊. Cheers to you, my enchanting poetess!

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    • You’ll find me quite content in knowing how pleased you are with this poem, Randall. Thank you for validating my thoughts on summer. Where would we be if we didn’t find ourselves exposing a little truancy once and awhile? I’m such a rule follower, but on a beautiful day – drag me out of the mundane and let’s live in the moment.

      I pray you are well, and that your summer was fruitful in all things lovely. Sending a big hug your way, Sir.

      P.S. – It’s Autumn!!!!!! Yay!!

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