SUMMER DAYS
With the softest of hazes
Lazy, lazy days
Soaking up the sun
Even the stream is running
Running slowly down
Meandering, meandrous
Oh how wondrous
Its mere reflection
Echo’s the sheer replication
Of the blue, blue sky
Way up high
Cloudless
Sunniness
Oh the brightness
Bringing cheer
Right here
The relics dismissed
Sorely they will not be missed
Bliss, bliss
Peace and tranquility
On this sweet, sweet
Summers day
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
12th January 2014
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