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SUMMER DREAMING
A fan of creased leaves, the murmur of water, fragrance
of flowers above my head and arms.
Sweet grass my bed, the warm sun my cover.
What strange fantasies wander through my mind
on these summer days free from distraction,
from the question of other eyes.
But I long for a long book, and the soft fur of a cat
on my arm as I drink in the pure air
of what could be a perfect poised day.
© Gerry at Strummed Words
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| Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse |
SUMMER DREAMING
A fan of creased leaves, the murmur of water, fragrance
of flowers above my head and arms.
Sweet grass my bed, the warm sun my cover.
What strange fantasies wander through my mind
on these summer days free from distraction,
from the question of other eyes.
But I long for a long book, and the soft fur of a cat
on my arm as I drink in the pure air
of what could be a perfect poised day.
© Gerry at Strummed Words
9 comments:
heh. i go few places without my book being too far from my hands...it is hard for me to concentrate when i am in nature....right now the sparrows are battling the robins...in the trees and leaves...ha
Yes, I'd be lost without a book, a notepad and a pen. Nope - could not just lie there like she is!
Indeed, what could be better than reading a book while cuddling a cat!
sometimes, I just like to relax on a warm summer day..let my mind wander..enjoyed that whole middle stanza..
always wanting more than we have.. thinking things could get even more perfect where as perfect is the epitome in itself!!
Being a new cat owner...I concur...
A beautiful summer afternoon to laze around:)
Nice piece. I do love mind wandering, and relish it more in the summer.
This could have been written for me, and I wish I had written it - so beautiful.
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