Now overcast and sultry,
I miss the lake
and its heart-stopping
coldness. The pace
of life adapts–
the neighborhood cat
sulks lazily away
from the spray of the hose
upon its limp leaf lair.
A task for today: uproot
the snarl of bleached
pea-vines, shy spring
no match for this
heavy-handed weather.
In the distance, now,
what might have been thunder–
and now it’s truly summer.
I have no plans
that can’t be changed
so I open all the windows,
summoning, waiting,
to listen to the sky
as it crumples,
to feel the rush
of a tenderfoot breeze,
to put away work, impenitently
to while away
a day’s remainder–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
good blog
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thanks!
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the pleasure is mine
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Lovely. I really like the way you relate to nature in your poems.
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I’ve enjoyed browsing through your lovely poems, they help to slow me down and invite reflection, thanks for sharing them!
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Thank you for reading them!
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