Lazy Afternoon Reverie Poem by Mary Champion

A lazy afternoon
when the sun is pleasantly warm,
when even the bees are more relaxed -
buzzing drowsily amongst the flowers.

Leaning back in my garden chair,
book face down on my lap,
I close my eyes and imagine the blue sky above,
the birds gliding silently,
and my mind drifts across distant memories
gently raising the emotions that once coloured them -

slow walks, hand in hand
through the long meadow grass,
picnics beside the languid river,
Spring in the bluebell woods -
standing on the bridge over the tiny stream
that sang softly over the stones.

Playful conversation,
shared laughter,
shared secrets,
shared moments.

Effortlessly, in my indolence,
I relive the best times of my days.