Poetry Party

  Writing poetry has given me a new pleasure in my life.  Although I've written poetry off and on for many years, I have been penning many more poems recently and it feels like a new part of me has opened up to both receive the world around me, the sun, the sky and the flowers and offer it  back to the universe in my own words.

   Poetry, both the reading and  the writing of it,  with its economy, its passion, its immediacy and its rhythms, fills a need in me that prose never did.

   This poem was  inspired in part by my recent vacation in the mountains and by Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party where is is posted. If you like to write poetry, join the party!

                                                   

                                                          

Mid-Summer

August, full of hazy smog,

 holds its breath,

 heavy blossom scent

  hangs in the airless air,

  leaning on my chest.

I escape for a  week

 to the cool Catskills, 

flush with sky blue

and deep green woods,

I breathe mountain air.

When I return

 I find  the garden

 worked overtime 

in the thick August heat

while I hiked  foot hills.

  Garden bounty on display,

 bonanza of beans, 

  plethora of peppers,

 basket full of basil.

I barely breathe, 

waiting for the front

to storm across the island

and rinse away sultry air.

I search the sky for mountain blue

knowing  it will return

to the coast,

filling  me with gratitude

for summer joys.

A midsummer sigh

 August exhales

 my soul expands.

Today's Thought -  Reading and writing poetry can be a way to unlock secret treasures in my heart and soul.