Hot Summer Day

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The rustle of ivy

against a cool brick wall.

Wisteria and clematis

spider out

of hanging baskets

on a white-washed porch.

Lazy kittens stretch

in shady sunshine

licking their paws

beside a cistern

of rain water.

Mozart

is subdued

by a whirring fan.

 

 

 

 

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Patricia Crandall has published numerous articles and short stories in various magazines and newspapers. She has five books in print, Melrose, Then And Now, a historical volume, I Passed This Way, a poetry collection, The Dog Men, a thriller, and Tales of an Upstate New York Bottle Miner, non-fiction, and Pat’s Collectibles, a collection of short stories. She lives with her husband, Art, and a cat, Betti, at Babcock Lake in the Grafton Mountains near Petersburgh, New York. Visit her at authorpcrandall.blogspot.com

14 Comments for “Hot Summer Day”

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Hey Patricia,

This poem reminds me a lot of some of the summer days I had growing up. Lazy days, just hanging around doing nothing, but watching everything. Lots to learn, and great memories to revisit.

Well done.

Tim

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