Drinking Tea On Long Afternoon Poem by David Howerton

Down their where brown moss huddles
and dry broken yellow weeds
stick to moss and table.
Then they tumble a little
in August wind.
Finches hop around meadow
trying to catch those careless insects
that haven't taken an afternoon nap.
Spiders go about rebuilding webs
torn loose when laundry hung
and unnoticed a squirrel runs
over phone lines into live oak
across road. Guess things
are back to normal.