My fellow poet,
wherefore art thou? I have looked,
but you’re not in sight.
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Catching up on sleep
after long hours working
in the Sun for other folks.
My fellow poet,
wherefore art thou? I have looked,
but you’re not in sight.
~
Catching up on sleep
after long hours working
in the Sun for other folks.
Today’s hidden poem
is asking to be found. Are
you ready to play?
~
Pond holds sky’s fallen
tears as nearby trees softly
sway with soothing lullabies.
~
Languid in that heat;
humidity oppressive,
relieved by sudden showers.
College kids these days!
“That car has no esthetic!
I can’t drive my friends in that!”
~
Maybe they just need
an antiseptic to ease
their entitlement.
With deep purple blooms
gone, hummingbirds are gone too
leaving us to hum alone.
~
Butterflies remain
and hummingbirds still hover
where polyculture blossoms.
Some hope for free flight,
to soar graceful as birds,
high on thermals and breezes.
~
We can try to move
with grace even if we aren’t
able to fly high.
August brings summer’s
last chance to embrace a slow
pace before autumn‘s rat race,
~
For those college-bound,
summer’s peace is in the past!
Autumn’s rat race has begun.