An attempt to capture a simple encounter of living in the moment on a lovely summer afternoon-turning-dusk. I was sitting on our Summer glider under a canopy of maple leaves, looking up to spy a single bird in flight, then alighting way up high, atop a branch. It was a little girl moment for my soul in wonderful July.
Little bird up in the sky
I wonder at you, winging high.
Little bird atop the tree,
Do you wonder down at me?
2 replies on “Summer Moment”
Very sweet, Chris. You are definitely E. Dickinson reincarnated in this one!
Why, thank-you dear Rosie! I appreciate you so much. With such a short, simple piece there is much joy but one can always second – guess oneself on its true quality. Thanks for setting my concerns to rest.