Stay…
Linger beneath the linden —
that tree of bees
and heart-shaped leaves.
We’ll spread a blanket
in restless shade
over the drowsing heads
of sweet clover,
and name the birds’
erratic patterns
scrawled across the sky.
Together, we’ll drift
as Summer slips
us by.
— C.Birde, 8/16
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Lovely photo and the poem delights. I especially like the rhymes in the first few lines and the last four. I hope that you are getting time to enjoy what you have described so well.
Thank you 🙂 Yes, I found the time to enjoy our lindens…I may have lingered a trifle longer than I intended 😉