Catching the last of
the afternoon sun, your games
for the day, over.
by Scooj
Catching the last of
the afternoon sun, your games
for the day, over.
by Scooj
Cool damp air surrounds
my melancholic humor
offering relief.
by Scooj
Let the sun shine in
or at least a cloudy sky;
break in dry weather.
by Scooj
You can’t hide from me
I have naturalist’s eyes
I see living things.
by Scooj
Long dry Summer days
sucking moisture from the earth;
new cracks in the lawn.
by Scooj
Buzzing honey bees
guzzle fresh sweet nectar from
marjoram flowers.
by Scooj
Compassionate act;
my boy selfless in support
of one who needs help.
by Scooj
Little Jenny wren
sings her heart out; doing so
she makes mine sing too.
by Scooj
.
I am not getting
any younger and I don’t
like change… I said it.
.
by Scooj
On Bristol’s fair Downs
she settles by a clover
plant, oblivious.
by Scooj