Summer Afternoon.


Summer softness strokes

the cheek as breezes creep in

through the door,

shade and shadows drift across

a lawn now daisy kissed.

Leisured sway of woodland trees,

too sleepy to do more, where

idle birds with heat drowsed wings

just sit within and sing.


© sweetwater 2023
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they naturally do what detoxifies existence from negative experiences. drowsed wings equals relaxation. singing releases stale air from their lungs which means more oxygen for their bodies more energy and positive feeling after their nap.

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