Mid-Summer Morning Poem



Misty moisty
mid-summer morning.
Almost gritty feel
of sea salt on skin.
Taste of salt on lips.
Dew drops shimmer
on climbing ivy.
Slight breeze barely moving
the lush canopy of leaves.
Feel enveloped by green.
Tiny yellow birds
usurped at the bird feeder
by the arrival
of our resident male Cardinal.
All flutter and flashing red.
Fire pit quiet now.
Circle of chairs that drew us in
long after dark to sit in its glow
now abandoned and askew.
A memory of relaxed
time with friends.
Of laughter and
shared memories.
Late night fire pit
perfect for reflection.
Dew heavy mornings
bring time for coffee
and anticipation.


About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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