Fluffy White Clouds
Sitting in the yard on a sunny day,
Gazing up above at fluffy white clouds
As they make cute animal shapes and play,
Chasing each other, gathering in crowds,
Which begin to look like very large hounds
That chase animals in a playful way,
Then my thoughts drift, familiar ones appear,
Loving, peaceful thoughts of one very dear.
Robin flies down to garden of flowers,
She listens with skill for worms in moist soil,
The soil softened by many spring showers,
She cocks her head, fat worm has met its fate,
Too late to dig in, worm has no powers,
And Robin pulls it up with little toil.
Another robin flies down, begs to share,
As Robin hides, quickly eats her sweet fare.
All around, birds sweetly singing their joy,
Babies safe in nests chirp loudly when fed,
Butterflies flit by, alight to enjoy
Delightful fragrances in flower bed
Near the fountain and pond we filled with koi,
Sounds of water, bird song, I nod my head,
Sleepy eyes admire a huge yellow rose
Before long I drift far away and doze.
A dream of paradise captivates me,
I relax on a quiet sandy beach
Of a beautiful place near a blue sea,
I feel the need to speak my heart and reach,
Just reach out like the branches on a tree
Yet like roots I cannot the surface breach,
So, my innermost secrets stay within,
Where peace abides and truths always begin.
When my brother goes on a business trip I stay at his house and babysit the dog, water flowers, and relax. It is like a holiday for me. His backyard is so beautiful. I love to sit out there and watch the birds and butterflies play in and around the flower gardens. If I play fetch with the dog first, he will tire himself out so I can sit down and relax. Often I get very sleepy as the fragrance of so many flowers drift around in a slight breeze. It is a wonderful place to find relaxation.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns