Midsummer Poem by Paul Reed

Midsummer



I walked in midsummer
With a glorious faint thrum of being,
Beckoning my senses to feel
This part of the earth I am seeing;

A ladybird, lost in it's flight
A tiny token of all things great,
Lost in the meadow's sweet fragrance
Carried off by the river in full spate.

Sunday, July 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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