Fri. Jul 19th, 2024

At the window

I stood today

Looking at the trees

And the traffic below

Summer is here

I sighed lightly.

At that moment

An oriole flew;

into my sight.

Yellow and bright

It made me stop

All that I was doing

So I could look

to admire its yellow

It flew around

from a branch

to another one

With little care

For my admiration

It was content

to live and forage

but it brought

home some delight

My day made

I went back

only to sigh

and say

summer is here