Leaves applauding in a breeze
Echo the sea and I see evening
Sun infuse our wood with
Early summer light.
Soon it will be night --brings
Stars, sound and memories
Under raucous trees --can
Remember the breaking
Granite bones of earth, and
New oceans and flowing,
Floating, growing where nothing
Stood before in our wood.
No purer pleasure than the evening breeze through the screen. Ah, the smells, including the faint, heated metallic smell of the screen.
ReplyDeleteI too love the breeze through the screen --and the mosquitoes bouncing off of it. It's a ringside seat to the seasons.
DeleteLate afternoon and early evening are a time for musings. You captured the mood so well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emma. I got the right screen-mesh size to let musings in.
DeleteWhat a pleasant and relaxing window scene. The first line of your poem really grabbed me.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jon. There are times I'll take a crossword out there and glass of wine and finish neither for the view. That's how backporch poems happen.
DeleteGeo, you have beautifully described the peacefulness we seek at the close of day.
ReplyDeleteThanks Arleen, when we find peace it's good to build a porch where we can see it.
DeleteThis is lovely; the scene fits the mood and poem so well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda. It's a part of the house I rush past too often. Sometimes it's nice just to stop and notice it.
DeleteIt's been a while since I've visited!
ReplyDeleteI've missed reading your poetry. :)
Your renewed company is my pleasure.
DeleteWhat a delightful view and 'leaves applauding". I've never thought of it that way but yes, of course they do.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mimsie. Sometimes trees sound like the sea also, and I love that.
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