Summer

 

Under the maple tree,

a summer breeze blowing,

butterflies flit among the honeysuckle,

a bluebird lifts a merry note.

Daddy cuts a watermelon,

juice runs down the chins

of children spitting seeds

under the maple tree.

Sheep clouds skip through azure skies,

free fall to the mountains,

zinnias caress the fence,

a summer breeze blowing.

The neighborhood kids 

roll up their jeans,

splash through the icy creek,

butterflies flit among the honeysuckle.

                 --Brenda Kay Ledford

I wish my blogger friends a very happy summer season!

Brenda