Late Summer
Down in the Meadow
below the fenced in spaces,
the grassy hill gives way, to natures
rambling places.
The musing sun on high,
plays peek-a-boo with
clouds that pause and pose,
then gracefully drift by.
A humble pond that ripples with delight,
an open haven for passing birds, who
dip their feathers, before their fearless flight.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2017
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