Arrias and His Muse: Summer Morn
Author’s Note: My Muse arrived with the hummingbirds this morning…Arrias
In the Dismal Swamp on a summer morn,
The air is thick and warm,
Like a blanket is lies over the wood,
Will the afternoon bring a summer storm…
The air is still, not a leaf does stir,
Not a peep or a rasp or a click,
For the cicadas and tree frogs, even the owls,
Perhaps the air is to thick?
Only the hummingbirds, humming away,
Already up before the dawn,
Drinking deep of nectar sweet,
As the faeries sprinkle dew on the lawn.
The dogs have found a place to nap,
I sit and begin to write,
And sip my tea and listen,
As the Dismal Swamp shakes off the night.
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August 14, 2023
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