Lingering longingly, lovingly lazily

Linger I love to linger, look up at the sky,
gaze down at the garden. How lucky am I.
The view from my window invites me to stand
And look at the fields, a picture so grand.
I can drift off so easily, watching each cloud,
The trees and the hedges, the birds singing loud.
I ought to be busy, there’s work I should do
But right now I just linger…I’m thinking of YOU!


An instant sort of poem – the very opposite of lingering. Written quickly without much editing, just to get back in blogging after break. 

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I am a poet, therefore I am crazy - see Shakespeare "the lunatic, the lover and the poet..." I also write plays and stories and do the press reports for my local WI. I ride a recumbent trike, a Hase Kettwiesel - I love it!

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