SPRING in WASAGA . Poetry .


Maple Tree in Spring against an azure sky.
Maple Tree in Spring against an azure sky.

SPRING IN WASAGA

Alive.

Sun
warm on my face,                                                                                                             glaring off the pages of my book,                                                                              casting artful shadows on the greening grass.

Birds
visit,
tweet songs from bare old maple tree.

Breeze
fresh and gentle, kisses my neck;
demands slow, deep, restorative breaths;
lifts wisps of my hair in a dance.

Lazy drone of small private plane,                                                                               skims thro’ azure sky,
not a cloud in sight.

Winter is only a memory.

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MOMENTS TODAY . Poetry .


ON MY PORCH

Eyes closed

A breeze whispers through the leaves,

caresses my cheek.

A love song to me

SHORELINE

Water bubbles

tumble playfully onto the smooth sand

A soft melodic swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

RAINBOW

Rainbow of umbrellas ripple in the breeze

Rainbow of people on the beach, in the water

On their boats and watercraft

Tossing balls, bouncing on their floaters

Reading, people-watching, building sand castles,

sunbathing, swimming.

The soft wind

draws hatched patterns across the surface of the water

Sea gulls dip, swoop.

Greg out deep, head disappears then bobs up

Me, water to my shoulders, taking in

endless simple pleasures.

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