Summer Illness
Sick in the sun
Everything’s still
Sleep in the light
Where are the birds?
Everything’s still
Basil leaves droop
Where are the birds?
Take a deep breath
Basil leaves droop
Lawnmowers mutter
Take a deep breath
Watch for the breeze
Lawnmowers mutter
Sleep in the light
Watch for the breeze
Sick in the sun
Yes to the repetition
Leaves are dropping.
Be well friend.
Lol… drooping…lol
Both.
“dropping” does also work — I like the slower sound of “drooping,” for this poem. Thanks for the comment.
Well you’re not too sick to write a beautiful poem, Libby. Thank God.
Thanks, Kevin.
What a beautiful meditation to use while sick.
I can really feel/hear summer malaise in this poem.