Now its morning, sunshine clear
Happy days now summer’s here,
Morning fingers rays of light
Make kaleidoscope delight
Sunshine paints the sky in blue
Clouds rush in it seems on cue
Breezes play their whisper game
Seeking swaying trees to tame
Sunshine warms a now cool earth
Gently aiding plant rebirth
Trees through winter looking stern
Now renewed they shelter fern
During day sun’s warming might
Sends mirage a shimmering sight
Causing moisture soon to fly
Making rain clouds in the sky
Ending day with sunset thrills
Spreading pastel over hills
Dusk the singing insects play
Welcome cool at end of day
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‘Spreading pastel over hills..’ so well written..lovely poem
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Thanks for visiting. I write what I feel about the things I observe.
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Very nice poem sweet Ian. I love the picture! Hugs
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Thanks for visiting and commenting. That was taken a few years back with one of my grand children
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You are a great writer. Why did you write this?
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I write when I’m impressed by some event that happens in my life, or in response to beautiful things and sometimes the not so beautiful things in life that I feel need to be considered thoughtfully
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Beautiful rendition of the joys of summer. Like the rhyming. (Should be winter down there, right)
Have a great weekend Ian.
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Yes it is winter. Very mild weather in our area so those who live south of us come up here for their winter vacation. As most of my Facebook pals who get my stories and poems there live in the northern hemisphere I try and make my posts relevent.
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A day in the sun. Just lovely Ian. And who’s the little sweetie in the picture with you?
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That’s one of my grand children Jeannie. I love them all.
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No doubt you do. She sure is a cutie and seems happy to be with her Grandpa. 🙂
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