Sunday, 18 August 2013

A lazy afternoon













the sun warms my back
as I sit and drowse a little

composing a poem

a symphony of sound
accompanies my thoughts

the hum of my laptop
tap tap tapping of the keys
the drone of distant aircraft
a purring refrigerator

firewood waits patiently
outside
in the trailer for me

you like your fire don’t you?
well then?


the freezer automatically makes ice
it doesn’t know it is winter

a pumpkin sits moulding away
at the kitchen sink
won’t turn into soup by itself
pity

the bananas blacken, sweeten
nicely maturing for a cake

perhaps tomorrow

today
there’s just enough time
to warm my back
drowse a little and dream.


Amanda Edwards 2012 (c)