Although it is the first day of Autumn, and Summer has officially drawn to a close, we are still feeling the heat from another 90-degree day. It seems Autumn is just another word in our neck of the woods today.
Flitting here and alighting there
Of my presence unaware
Beneath the yellow poplar tree
Here I sit, myself and me
The sky above is clear and blue
Nary a trace of morning dew
Though the sun bears summer’s heat
With pavement hot upon my feet
The dappled shade brings signs of fall
Clearly heard in the crickets’ call
Wow, Wow...the lady's a poet, but I bet she know it:~) Okay, that's bad poetry, but I loved this poem and it's good poetry!!!!ReplyDelete
When I read it aloud,which I love to do with poetry, it dances off my tongue. Wonderfully said!
BTW I agree about the heat. We are also still feeling 90-degree days and I'm getting tired of them:~(
Linda, this was so lovely and so lyrical!ReplyDelete
Sara- Thank you. I literally sat under the poplar tree on a picnic table and wrote that just looking around. It was one of our milder days, but 90s aren't uncommon here in September.ReplyDelete
Katherine- Thank you!
Talon- Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I love it when rhymes work like that. As Sara said, it danced off her tongue - I like that.
Lovely poetry! The words are all so pleasing on the tongue and the ear! Really nice work, Linda!ReplyDelete
We are heating up here in Northern California for the first time since June. Supposed to be 90 for the next week. Icky with no A/C.
Linda- Thank you for your kind words.ReplyDelete
I cannot imagine no A/C. I expect you don't usually need it, but here in the sunny South, we would definitely swelter.
Thanks for your visit & the follow on Twitter.
De nada, Dear Linda!ReplyDelete
love your blog template,ReplyDelete
your poetry is tasty!
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