A Sluggish Summer Breeze

Silver spanish moss hangs low, dressing the mighty Oak
with a lace tatting hem for emerald green leaves
that hold fast in the sluggish summer breeze

The walled garden is stifling this time of year,
the sweltering air heavy as granite stone,
Emerging cicadas sing from high in the trees
from afar, lonely cries of ravens yearn for home

An ancient copper urn with a patina of verdigris
wears a bonnet of bright white trailing petunias
two wrought iron chairs adorned with peacocks
offer a place for rest, to contemplate and dream
as you lick tiny rivulets of strawberry ice cream

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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15 Comments on “A Sluggish Summer Breeze

  1. My goodness. Such exotic colors in this. Silver, peacock, bronze with a patina of verdigris. One almost misses the bonnet of white tucked in there. And ended with another color – strawberry. Licking strawberry ice cream adds the final grace note to this.

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  2. Oh, I love this. You’ve written it with southern charm and delicate poetry. The scene comes alive in your color descriptions. I took the photo at Afton Villa Gardens in St Francisville, Louisiana. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.

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  3. You colored it well, Linda. Very pretty, both in colors and in verse.
    Mrs. Jim has a cousin buried at the Louisiana National Cemetery there at St. Francisville. We both went to the funeral.

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  4. My goodness such vivid and beautiful use of colour in this one, Linda!💖 You brought the image to life! Especially love; “two wrought iron chairs adorned with peacocks.” 🙂

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