The westerly breeze calls me, the chimes play my song;
I find I am drifting and playing along.
Pouffy white clouds sail the blue sky seas;
Cat’s playing in the Stellas, the sun’s on my knees.
Sleepy sets in and there’s so much to do!
But a moment of meditation is good for you.
The swing gently sways, pushed by the wind.
Heavy eyes and thankful heart bring my verse to an end.

written last summer/fall  P.Ward