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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
