The night is quiet
and stealing kisses is the game
I play only with you.
The Night is Quiet
This is Country
Hoppers chirp
Bees hum
Fostering species
Flowers bloom
Cotton clouds
Blot the sky
Breeze wafts
The sun shines
Noon whispers
Asserting calm
Tractor distracts
A wader singing
Berries compete
And weed whips
Cobwebs adorn
Windows anew
Down the river
A boat awaits
Eve instructs
Bathers rejoice
As midnight sun
Detains nudes
Before a curtsy
Sign to retire
Oh, solitude
Urban traces fade.
PS. Images in the post (besides feature image): 1 – patches of clouds in the sky, 2 – tractor working in the fields, 3 – weed among redberry bushes, 4 – rowing boat, 5 – neighbouring saunas & 6 – some people I know sitting on the rooftop and cooling down between sauna sessions.
PPS. This is Country is a poem from Seasons Defined. Now you can’t say I didn’t tell you about this book. 🙂 Fresh poem next week. Happy Summer Reading!
Wilderness, My Friend
We share load in my rucksack
and agree, no need for bells and whistles
We assist each other navigate difficulties
and agree, anything can be accomplished
We quench our thirst from a well of love
and agree, love is a beautiful thing
We dine outdoors with birds singing
and agree, it’s time to dance
We take pleasure in dancing positions
and the moon approves.
PS. Featured photo is Saana Tunturi, a fell near Kilpisjärvi Lake in the Finnish Lapland region.
PPS. The poem forms part of Seasons Defined, an e-Chapbook available for purchase at Amazon for 0.99 cents. Go grab your copy, if you love nature poetry! 🙂