Don’t they all end up that way, Nancy May?
A Lost Summer
By Nancy May
in the breeze
my dream
goes to visit
a bumblebee
nectar collecting
for the future
a lonely blackbird
worm hunting
in the garden
a frog
ripple watching
over the pond
It's just poetry, it won't bite
10.22.13 Posted in today's words by Annmarie Lockhart
Don’t they all end up that way, Nancy May?
A Lost Summer
By Nancy May
in the breeze
my dream
goes to visit
a bumblebee
nectar collecting
for the future
a lonely blackbird
worm hunting
in the garden
a frog
ripple watching
over the pond
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Lovely scene.
Nancy, I love the little bit of summer you’ve saved for us in this poem, most especially
“a frog
ripple watching
over the pond.”
Thank you for sharing.