Afternoon WatchA cool breeze Wafted over us As we sat on a rock Watching the boats Bob at their moorings Lazily asking nothing more Than to bask in the sun Seagulls gliding past Shadows on the still water A distant cry Of a ferry horn Mingled with the gull’s call And the sounds of children Playing in the park along the quay Innocent and focused Only on their games Peace and tranquility hover Over us as we watch A sense of well being Invades our souls As we sip our drinks Savoring the moments And storing the memory Of a lovely afternoon Before returning home BlendingThe golden drops of dew Shimmer in the sunlight Casting a glow over the expanse of lawn Green and gold paving a path Silken carpets in the haze of the morning light Trees bursting with life Filled with leaves Dark green opalescence awaiting their destiny As days move toward another season Bringing a cornucopia of color, bountiful and bold Lingering remnants of summer Mixed with precursors of fall As days shrink and sundown creeps closer to the dawn Twilight casting shadows on lawns Another day and another season blending one into another Early MorningThe early morning was beautiful A cool breeze wafted across the horizon The sun, hidden behind the trees Barely sneaking its glow through the branches Giving respite from its glare Rising inevitably as the day prepares Morning sounds awakening As the gentleness of the breeze Again refreshed, even as the sun heated Transforming the atmosphere of the morning Radiating light and warmth As the morning drifts forward Forest ViewsForest views Awaken at sunrise Piercing the clouds As the day is reborn Birds come to life In wild interaction Like a rainforest surrenders And tropics unwind Trees in transition Calming the spirit Relaxing the tension As sunrise begins Evergreen mem’ries Outlining the skyline Feasting on dewdrops Forever again Maple leaf forests Defining the landscape Perfection outnumbers The harbinger boughs As forest views remind us To open our daydreams To passion surrender Another day found GrassThe grass is tall
And blows in the wind Making waves against the sky As the air whistles through its leaves Greens blend into shades of color Marking the times of the day Like a sundial Dividing the hours Dandelions sprouting Their thistle flowers fragmenting As the breeze transports their seeds Over the grass The day dawns And dew waters the blades of grass Transfusing it with new life And new hope for another day
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