Song of Summer

How lovely it is here after arriving from steaming Central Florida. It is a blessing to enjoy the gentle breezes and listen to the birdsong. Amen.
I neglected to write for a week due to out-of-town company; but, ahh!, the joy of grandchildren. It was worth the precarious balancing of work and housekeeping and pleasure.
Here is a little poem that I wrote yesterday AM from my front porch.

Song of Summer

Sing to me that sweet song of summer

The gentle rhythm of branches conducting soft breezes

Stirring cool air with fragrant Sour wood blossoms

Punctuated with bursts of birdsong

Rising above the steady hubbub of bumble and honeybees

Trees offer up a standing ovation

Have a peaceful day!