A Summer Afternoon

After I finished my last project in May I vowed to take the summer off and not write anything. I must confess my fingers wouldn't allow my keyboard to gather dust and I did write some short stories just for fun when I felt like it. But I've been on vacation and enjoying the time of renewal and mental refreshment. This poem by James Whitcomb Riley describes my summer.

A Summer Afternoon

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,

With labored respiration, moves the wheat

From distant reaches, till the golden seas

Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,

Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;

Or lightly opened by a critic wind,

Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine

The warm sun showers in the open glade,

The forest lies, a silhouette design

Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie

At anchor from all storms of mental strain;

With absent vision, gazing at the sky,

"Like one that hears it rain."

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,

Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,

Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite

If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird

That checks the song abruptly at the sound,

And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,

Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain

Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep

My heavy eyelids--there it is again--

"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!

James Whitcomb Riley