Sleepy Sunday
Wandering rural suburbia
sleepy Sunday afternoon…
… freshly cut grass
following my path
fluctuating echoes
as lawn mowers fade to silence
one by one…
Children still play in late puddles
of autumn light
clinging
to dappled warmth…
… but the day is almost spent
thin slivers of rays
offering faded light
but no warmth…
Passing the creek
birds chatter & tweet
a flurry of wings in the high canopy
setting sun flickers through
interwoven branches
with tinseled radiance …
… shadows roosting in tangled roots
as they twist along the ground…
Yards emptied
taking on an air of abandonment
as doors were closed
curtains drawn
blink… blinkblink
lights go on
in dwellis along the street
hovering fireflies
with nowhere to go…
mingling aromas of chicken baking
… curry brewing… someone, somewhere barbecue’ing-
televisions
announce the news at 5…
Sunday Walking
wandering rural suburbia
as a sleepy Sunday comes to a close;
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Poetry & Photo – SharonleeGoodhand©27-May-14
