Dandelion dreams blowing in wind
And I’m nodding off again
Yellow sun shining so bright
Doesn’t matter if it’s not night
Roses tickle my nose red
Eagerly sliding on frilly daybed
Amber yawn that state my peace
Mind is calm ready to softly sleep
Outside at the beach
at the peak of the summer
the sun is already piping at ninety degrees
waiting for the ocean breezes
to tackle the surface of my skin
like drops of rain during the month of May
I walked up to the tiki bar and ordered myself
a coconut mojito with a wedge
of a ripe green lime served to me
in a hurricane glass as clear as a crystal
with a black paper straw
to relieve my summer blues and headaches
while I slumber on a daybed infront of the shore
From across the park I see the house,
Open windows spilling pools of light
Onto the wide wraparound porch.
As I walk nearer, I take a look inside.
On the walls, framed paintings
And a cluster of family photographs,
Over-stuffed furniture, a little worn,
Sleepy dog on a towel on the chair.
Through the side window I see
Shelves crammed with stacks of books,
A daybed, cluttered desk with a computer,
Drawing table, a rack of supplies.
Candles on the dining room table,
Mahogany and glass china closet,
Old fashioned sideboard with
A slightly tarnished silver tea service.
Upstairs, lights glow behind shades,
But in the kitchen a cheery brightness!
Someone moving, talking, carrying a plate
And laughing at some unknown joke!
What sort of people live in this house?
I think I know - comfortable, unpretentious
People, real, who live and love and care.
Heart full, I tread the steps up to my porch!
Leaving a print on coffee cups
and cigarettes as well
making a mark on societies deluxe
casting shallow spells
looking to the front row
to spot what they have on
at a Hollywood picture show
she leaves that print for fun
mirrors, mirrors in the hall
and in every single room
sashaying by them on the wall
resembling Cinderella's broom
while she lays upon a daybed
linens to display
she sleeps alone detailed
and has no one to play
this decision is her own
for she doesn't prefer a muss
he abides by her rules in silent tone
to avoid a fuss
she'll act in this way
upon the glass domains
until it crackles as does sway
lipstick divine remains
Sleeping In Nana’s
day concludes in glory
beyond the forest wall
suspended on a whippoorwill’s song
a muffled out board glides the narrows
past Hick’s farm
humming its sated fisher home
somewhere a screen door slams
crack, into the gather of night
sharp contrast to settled sounds of dusk
while cow bells soft metallic clang
echoes the way home
for lowing milky cattle, through the wood
fire in the next room hisses greedily
welcome to another meal of logs
a briar pipe taps staccato on the granite hearth
now click lit to quiet drawing sound
the old daybed creaks from seated weight
a coffee cup thunks down upon the arm
nightly news rustles into place
outside again, the bullfrogs
begin their baritone calls
a hungry raccoon chitters on the shore
then loons begin their plaintive calls
to distant cold faced stars
as wind brings a hushing of the night
each sound gathers to me
a cottage lullaby
rest safe and warm
drifting off to sleep
in Nana’s bed.
a black bear roams the yards
of Camden residents
was tranquilized moments ago
she had come accustomed to being fed
by the hand of humans
an accident waiting to happen
looking into that pathway
of my woods sitting from my daybed
my heart races as I
imagine her coming toward me
standing on her hind legs
front paws waving at me
as her terrifying growls
burst from her mouth
sharp teeth
breaking down my sliding glass door
to feed on my flesh
her massive beastly power scares me
into submission
as i play dead
yellow leave fall from the trees
like butterflies in the wind
from the limbs swaying mildly in my backyard
looking out my side door
from my hot den sweating
from the heat of summer
under my luke warm fan
doing the best that it can
to cool me off
I'm sweaty and clammy
the tall uncut grass
catches the yellow leaves
still falling wildly as i look
at the path the deers make
coming onto my property staring at me
through the sliding glass door
mesmerized by me sitting
on the daybed watching her beauty
before she runs off into the safety of my woods
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