Summer Morning
Summer Morning
A bird’s trill floats above
the droning of a lawnmower.
With my book open and overlooked
upon my lap, I gaze at distant trees
swaying in the breeze.
Sitting still, my bowed shoulders
begin blooming moss. 
Summer Morning
A bird’s trill floats above
the droning of a lawnmower.
With my book open and overlooked
upon my lap, I gaze at distant trees
swaying in the breeze.
Sitting still, my bowed shoulders
begin blooming moss.
Yes...when you have no idea how long you have been sitting there....just looking... !!!
A lovely moment of stillness!