As I lie by the pool
the thoughts pour in
with the hot summer sun
barely muffled
by the sound of running water
and screaming children.
The tiny waves beckon softly
and I walk in
to the water
made for me--
caressing, gentle, temperature-perfect
and I am grateful
for the now.
4 comments:
Love the line
as I walk into the water made for me...so many levels
Lovely poem
Linda
I like the play on words, "hot summer sun barely muffled by the sound of running water," as if you can hear the sun. But I totally get the meaning. Nicely done.
Thanks to both of you!
One of my favorite parts of summer...sigh....
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