The Easy Hours Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The Easy Hours



Sunday afternoons on the porch swing,
Lost to the season's full blossoming,
Sunset evenings upon a sandy beach,
When painted sky is in ocean's reach.

Vacation days in lush balmy tropics,
Full of scented blooms kaleidoscopic,
Lunchtimes in golden emerald parks,
As vivid birds make musical remarks.

Dawn days at window breakfast nook,
Relishing pink skies raven overtook,
And darkest midnight's restful dance,
Under glittering stars' extravagance!

The Easy Hours
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,night,relaxing,rhyme,color
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