A June Afternoon, Staring at the Sky
Birds I do not know the name of.
Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree.
A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard.
Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds.
A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize.
Swaying tree tops basking in the remaining sunlight.
The smell of BBQ wafting from across the road.
Voices heard from children I do not see.
Closed eyes and deep breath.
Smooth chatter of leaves dancing.
A moment of solitude.
nice description. I Iike these lines for the poem a lot, ‘Birds I do not know the name of.
Smooth chatter of leaves dancing.’ Thank you for the poem:)
Thank you for reading and enjoying the piece/peace.
Excellent word-painting. Almost felt like I was there.
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