It's wonderful, on a summer day, to lay back and drift off, falling into a happy dream. |
SUMMER SUBLIME ___________________________________ The easy swing of summer surrounds me, caresses, cradles me in languid comfort, and I, I am like a cooing babe, safe in its mother's arms, lulled by the sighs, the murmuring of soft breezes, the swish of gently swaying boughs. I inhale the scent of trees, and grass, and flowers, and earth: intoxicating tonic for the senses. And the tapestry of sound, the buzzing of insects, the songs of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the wind, is the music of summer. Like a lullaby, it brings me to that dreamy state on the edge of sleep, wherein reality is blurred. __________________________________ I am a chickadee zipping here and there, smilingly - happily diving through alleyways of green to snatch a crunchy seed in my beak. Then, momentarily, attracted by the sight of the man stretched out on the grass below, I alight upon a branch. Looking left and right, with the rapid twists of neck that denotes my kind, I shout: "chick-a-deee-deee-deee-deee-deee". Oh silly me, the man will now awaken, but then perhaps he may have a nut for me. __________________________________ A pine cone, bouncing off my forehead, startles me awake to look into the eyes, of a mischievous, happy, chickadee, and, for a crazy moment, still half asleep, I think that I am looking at me. Oh how sublime is summer! Lakeside9, june, 1998 |