My Summer Island. Poem by willow moon pearce
My Summer Island.
A happy day
Light at 6 am
Already the warmth creeps in
Enriching my cup of coffee.
Bees buzz at eye height
Busy and not caring for your presence.
Pollen and home again
A peaceful life.
Down to the shoreline
Where the wash of waves
Will put you in a doze
Propped againt a rock
Or laid out on the beach.
Bright blue sky,
Not a cloud in sight
Make me reach for sunglasses
And strip off my top.
The sand, bright pink
Adds a beauty,
That visitors will remember
And come back as always.
A beautiful calm poem that makes you want to do nothing but write poetry and give thanks.
Simply perfect. But my reasons differ from those of Mr Palmer! :)
You always seem to capture something beautiful in your work.I pictured the scene with ease and this is a Ten from me.Love Duncan
How can one not like a poem that possesses a reference to 'tops being stripped off? ' Nice poem, to say the very least. -LP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:24:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow...I can remember moments like this...well, maybe not the stripping off my top part...but beautiful peaceful mornings on a lake as smooth as glass...and only me, the loons and an occasional fish jumping to break that stillness...awesome...I miss that lake! Lovely poem! Thanks for that moment! Going in my favorites! Hugs, Dee