Tomorrow
The front porch is lonely
As the June Bugs sing
Their sweet serenade.
The air is thick
With summer heat.
The sun is resting
Behind a thin layer of clouds,
Its outline barely shining through.
Nothing but calm.
And I can only hope
To greet the world with a smile
Tomorrow.
Copyright © Darla Appleleaf | Year Posted 2014
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