high summer heatA Poem by BeccyJust thoughts on a already warm early summer morning.Early morning, and the sun has just slipped above the horizon; casting shadows as coffee steams and first cars sound in the distance. They are faint at first, only mildly intrusive, but becoming tumultuous as school run and rush hour combine; draining the soul under the guise of advancement for all rather than corporate servitude. The day is already hot and ordinarily playful and ready for the hunt, my Siamese cat TinTin lies somnolent, sloe eyed, daring me to forgo another day of worship to mammon; then again she is securely housed, (for free,) and always fed and watered on demand. Momentarily then, thoughts skip and the cloudless sky becomes awash with imagery; white sands, crystal clear blue waters, ageless, mist shrouded mountains replete with the knowledge of what once was; and turning my head, I see TinTin with a knowing look on her pretty face. Not for nothing are cats thought to be the smartest creatures in the animal kingdom. And how have we come so far, yet become so far away from the ordained order of things? The sweet fields, green footed in spring, then burnished by high summer heat, before descending into autumn gold and the welcome hibernation of winter. A world kept whole so our children and those as yet unborn can feast on the ebb and flow of its beauty and a promise of changelessness in an age of endless change.
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9 Reviews Added on July 28, 2024 Last Updated on July 28, 2024 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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