Sunday siestas - not even for the birds.
All day long recalling God’s words.
Cheerfulness in every thoughtful nest.
Lowly little flock in thankfulness, at rest.
The clatter of the world is put to sleep,
As the peace of the Holy Spirit runs deep.
Categories:
siestas, christian,
Form: Couplet
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun.” - Silent One
Artistry thrives in Gemini Garden.
Gentle geraniums enjoy their
siestas in the shade as shy
pansies peek out at me from
a spot where radiant
roses and lovely
lilies delight
me with sweet
wafting
scents.
I
peer more
closely and
discover each
pretty petal is
fragile or slightly frayed.
Some have even wilted, yet
whispering poems in the wind,
they stand together under the sun.
Though flawed, they are imperfection’s beauty.
Categories:
siestas, poets,
Form: Etheree
August
Along the backroads black-eyed susans snooze
Unfazed and unaffected by August’s humid hand
Growing tall with Queen Anne’s Lace beside roadside stands,
Utopias of sweet white corn, farm fresh beans and blackberries,
Shaded by shadows of leafy walnut trees, a dusty road romance,
Tabernacles of tranquility in summer’s fertile siestas.
Categories:
siestas, august,
Form: Acrostic
Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;
Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.
Speckled starlings sing with delight
on July swarms in nuptial flight.
Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.
Cricket willow on fields green,
traditional pastimes in England seen.
Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.
Basil spreading six feet tall
by freshwater trickling small.
Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.
Categories:
siestas, july,
Form: Couplet
Lint dunes roll in around at 3pm.
A magma of malaise soaks flagging shoes,
pewter molehills baked
into every concrete moment.
P.M. anywhere outside a pool
is a waste land,
the day drones in sink holes,
waits for the sun and moon to remember
to be apostles of good news.
Saltlicks on the brim
of empty glasses catch fire.
Siestas, naps, and forty-winks
are available for the unemployed,
the rest must hang like bats
from the arid levers of an internal clock
as we anticipate happy hour.
Prior to that sacred moment
many will hotly debate
which time zone to ignore
to get there faster.
Categories:
siestas, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Winding brooklets fill narrow streams
into rivers of my childish dreams
Amidst the field of seeding grass,carefree
Lush clover scents the nectar seeking bee
Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;
Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.
Speckled starlings sing with delight
as July swarms in nuptial flight.
Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro
Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.
Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.
Hammock sleeping 'neath a halo'ed sun,
a signal of September rain to come.
Categories:
siestas, memory, nostalgia, summer,
Form: Couplet
wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
-
farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
-
wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
-
warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
-
inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
-
as fall approaches
swifts are well on their way
second brood blackbirds
-
hungry mosquitoes
human siestas a nap
insect repellent
-
sunbathing insects
flowerflies hovering free
mowers thrashing lawns
-
farmers cutting hay
a smell not forgotten
wildlife be afraid
-
sunbathers warning
cream up or suffer sunburn
worse melanoma
-
swifts immature
three years on the wing
unbelievable
-
sand martins nesting
adorning soft sandy clifts
freshwater skimmers
-
dragonflies masters
watch them fly backwards a thrill
kingfishers posing
-
super hot weather
droughts not good for wildlife
reprieved... thunderstorms
-
climate warming
both poles can't take the heat
humans all sweating
-
a countryside walk
on a warm sunlit day
foxes sunbathing
Categories:
siestas, june, nature, summer, sun,
Form: Haiku
All age, gender, race, let's drink!
Time is potent as rest, think!
Sleep and breathe pure green
My sanctuary sports breezy scene
Wake up, fall in love with life.
Beneath canopy of green i supped
Woke up and fell in love with life
Second sleep is sweeter still
We rise with natural high, thrilled
Life is on from there,
Love flows in silent actions.
*
Categories:
siestas,
Form: Light Verse
Wrapped in juicy sweet ice misty covers,
Emerald eyes rosy blushes in check,
Provoking lips laid out as red sparkles;
Holds me to melting siestas in fusion.
Summer and thirst move my succulent tongue,
Track each drop to grow with the summer heat,
Sending shivers down her soft tender core;
Licking each wet curve with divine passion.
Bursts and burns in delinquent raptures;
Play with her in the sublime captures.
Categories:
siestas, life
Form: Free verse
Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;
Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.
Speckled starlings sing with delight
on July swarms in nuptial flight.
Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.
Cricket willow on fields green,
traditional pastimes in England seen.
Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.
Basil spreading six feet tall
by freshwater trickling small.
Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.
Hammock sleeping 'neath a halo'ed sun,
a signal of September rain to come.
Categories:
siestas, nature, people, seasons,
Form: Couplet