Ode To Summer

Our Garden Fence – (C) 2008

“A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, with labored respiration, moves the wheat from distant reaches, till the golden seas break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind, hides for a moment from the eyes of men; or lightly opened by a critic wind, affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine the warm sun showers in open glade, the forest lies, a silhouette design dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie at anchor from all storms of mental strain; with absent vision, gazing at the sky, “like one that hears it rain.” – James Whitcomb Riley, A Summer Afternoon