l woke to the sound of wind in the trees.
l walked outside to feel the breeze.
The sun was at 11am,
The shadows and sunlight through the last tree on the concrete, was a pleasure to see.
l walked against the warm wind to save my washing from the line.
The wind was so strong it pushed my trolley and peg bucket to the other side of the yard ..lol..
l smiled and sleepily walked to bring them back to the line, but put them in a different place...
The breeze, the warmth, and coffee waiting for me, when the job was done.
l rescued two loads, and brought them inside.
Needed a coffee because of my morning thirst.
l sat here, had my first coffee, and will get the rest of the washing soon.
The sky is once again blue.
The wind is warm.
The washing is dry.
Good Morning from Downunder...
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6 comments:
I am so jealous!
Here it is just getting colder and colder.
Enjoy the sun and the breeze, it sounds lovely!
Sounds like a perfect day.
It's warming up nicely here. nice poem made me sigh with pleasure:)
Zan,Bee,Kwika, thanks for your comments, lm glad you could feel how l was feeling through this poem..
I am such a summer person that as soon as the first hint of a summers day appears my spirits are lifted.
The warmth of the sun on my shoulders is so comforting.
thanks heather, lm really glad you enjoyed my poem.
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