Respite
When July heat falls to a cooling shower
late in the afternoon, I find porch-swinging
a joy. There’s respite for each plant and flower.
The only lights I need come gently winging
their way to me. The lightning bugs’ bright power
brings memories of childhood days of singing
and playing. Though it’s late, I won’t be going
inside right now. A pleasant breeze is blowing.
July 24, 2020
entered in the Strand Completely New (13) Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2020
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