no title, just peaceful
Rolling hills
Against an azure sky.
A child lazily paying attention
The heat saps her will
under the wafting willow tree.
Birdsong lifts bees
Into a frenzied dance among the violets and daylilies
Somewhere off a brook gurgles.
Passing wind is cooled gliding over it delicate stream.
Summer moments,
Are like feeling halcyon's
Birth into being
A memory to warm the future