I found this poem in one of those quirky sites that i stumble into when i was looking for something else. since it's march na, and summer is already here, i'm posting this poem here. it seems appropriate somehow.
Thoughts and Memories on a Summer Day
E.W. Richardson
Brazenly purring
Under the elm
Tabby Cat lays in the shade
Watching mice raid the wheat field
And contemplating
Murder.
Slowly bowing to the sun,
The snowman’s
Mouth forms an O
Of surprised embarrassment…
Its carrot fell off.
His bold hands caused her to blush.
Her melodious response
Caught him unaware
And he sang a new song.
When she heard her fill,
She left during the chorus.
War Memorials…
They serve their purpose
For some, providing closure.
So much has been lost to war.
It would be grand if one day
If they became unnecessary.
Chuckling down three steps,
The fountain forms a deep pool.
A narcissistic robin
Struts along the basin rim.
Lost in the moment
He leans, sipping his reflection.
The old willow
Touches the river
Whispering the names and dates
Of all the lovers
Who first kissed behind its veils…
It becomes the river’s song.
A red maple leaf
And small, white feather
Dance together on the wind.
They land on my pad, side by side.
For a moment, they rest, then
Whirl away, leaving the gift of a poem.