June 28

Languid, summer afternoon

Unsullied by noise or movement;

Warm air, soft like a blanket

Hangs like a floating shroud.

River birch stands like a sentinel

Keeping watch over the scene,

As crepe myrtles sway gently.

Sawgrass shimmers slightly

And a lone bird sings out overhead,

Searching for friends.

Clouds drift softly across the sky

Like ships on a celestial harbor,

Sliding slowly, inexorably on some current;

Toward the horizon,

Disappearing in the fading light.

Or simply passing out of sight.