Friday, September 2, 2011
Late Summer's Poem
Sparrows are chirping outside the window,
Mourning Doves cooing and contented chickens helping to demolish the old strawberry bed,
The smell of cooking tomato sauce drifting up from the oven downstairs.
The air is cool, a slight breeze ruffling the yellowing leaves of the trees.
And, distantly, as if in another world, cars rumble and growl,
And maybe there are even people arguing.
But why argue or feel angry on such a day like this?
With cool, green grass and clover sprinkled about on the lawn and under bare feet.
Sitting in the shade, so pleasant, the occasional, small gust of wind blowing the hair from your face, as you lazily lie upon the grass, taking in this scene of late summer beauty.
Pumpkins half green and half orange sitting alongside hollyhocks, their feathery petals still bright pink and red, not yet faded as they soon would be.
Leaves skidding along the sun-warmed sidewalk,
Squirrels chattering and chasing one another through the treetops,
The cat laying happily in the sun, watching the birds with only a faint glint of cunning in her eye, too content to get up and chase such silly creatures.
Fluffy clouds skitter across the sky, flitting in and out of your view, changing from solid mountains of thunderhead to wispy, ethereal threads of cotton candy, and back again.
Far, far away, dogs bark and run and wrestle, enjoying the wonderful day.
Fish putter around in their lakes and streams, no longer bothered by those who had, just yesterday, sought refuge from the blistering heat in the cool water.
Rabbits and mice nibble on berries and tender young grass shoots happily,
Birds of all sorts; hawks, falcons, vultures, jays, finches, flickers, all enjoy the cool day and warm sun as they glide calmly over the whole scene.
Snakes sun themselves on smooth granite boulders,
Cicadas resting their voices for a bit before jumping back into song.
And whatever worries you may have,
For the future, or of the past,
I can assure you, today, that everything is as it should be. And tomorrow will certainly be the same.
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