Summer Heat

I’m keeping the morning quiet

Behind unopened windows and doors…

Hear the plaint call of the curlews

And meadow-larks, out on the moors.

 

I shall keep the house shaded and silent,

No loud noises or shrieks of T.V.

There won’t be the clatter of footsteps

With just Cotton, the Persian, and me.

 

It’s Sunday, so no need to hurry

I can quietly sit here and read

Or stare – or think – or do nothing

And eat or drink more than I need…

 

What a wonderful feeling of leisure,

I don’t even have to wear clothes:

I’m as free as the birds in the pasture

To fly where I will, in repose.

 

I don’t want to disturb this bright morning

And ruffle supreme relaxation,

The phone’s off the hook, I won’t call out –

Then nothing can spoil my vacation!

 

 

© Patricia Lamont