I focused upon
The flat glassy lake
Shimmering sunlight
Its blurred opaque shape
With silence save birdsong
Trees leaves gently swayed
Sweet smell of grass
Beneath as I lay.
Eyes drawn to the sky
Clouds to glide
Laxadaisy in thought
Nowhere to hide
The heat of the day
Meloncholy in calm
Petite in its passing
Before coming storm.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
A beautiful scene is set with this poetic imagery most lovely
thanking you, much appreciated as always
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