Poetry Sunday-Lazy Days



Lazy Days



Lazy days return with warm, soft breezes.

Regaining my senses, my natural rhythm, I wake with the sunrise.

 To go swimming and wading in the creek,

Exploring meadows to pick fresh, fragrant flowers.



There are afternoon naps beneath tall trees,

Gazing at clouds to spy a ship, a dog or a funny clown gliding by.

As the warmth of the day retires with the setting of the sun,

Lightening bugs and streetlights beckon us home.



The sounds of the day quiet- only toads and chirping crickets remain,

Sending us off to sweet dreams ending another glorious June day.



 © Donna Donabella 2013




This poem was written in June of 2013.  It speaks of childhood summer vacation days spent playing with abandon.  We were fixated on living in the moment, with no set agenda…just letting the day unfold.  Now in retirement I am trying to get back these lazy days of summer.



I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

cloud collage

I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  



If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 





Special Note:  The pictures are of various clouds found in summer here in central New York.  Can you spy a dog or a ship in those clouds?  What do you see when you gaze into the clouds?




I leave you with a few additional words about A-May-Zing MayI welcome you to download the photo and share it.

lazy days

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66 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-Lazy Days”

  1. That sounds like a day savoured and well spent – far from lazy just content – we particularly like the idea of an afternoon nap!

  2. This poem takes me back to my childhood! I so remember sitting on my front porch (as a kid) and watching those lightening bugs under the streetlights! And, in answer to your question, yes – on those lazy summer afternoons I would often lie in the grass and see things in clouds. Friends and I would make a game of it. Smiles.

  3. It is good to be reminded that these days were and can be again with little letting go. It was simply: Be with what’s there now. Never get bored or worry about some other need.

  4. Donna I’ve been following your Sunday poems with great enjoyment but this is one of my favourites – the montage of clouds is magical and encapsulates the theme of the poems abandon. Was inspired to join poetry sunday today

    1. Oh Laura I am so glad to have inspired you and that you joined in…you have such a wonderful talent that I am glad so many others will see….I had fun with this poem and the collage!

  5. Interesting, the comments following your lovely poem….this morning smells just like summer mornings of my childhood and really took me back………now, finally, we can move to that slower rhythm, the best thing about retirement….the gift of time not rushing by so crazily.

  6. I enjoyed the feel of the lazy summer day and cloud watching is always fun. Your words were an invitation to enjoy a bit of summer fun. Thank you for sharing.

  7. I am solved with the company of toads & crickets—that’s already heaven for me. There is so much delight in what you offered today, Donna. So much of the li’l observations, sensibilities, & contentment that everyone truly needs. Thanks for a wonderful poem today, Donna! Smiles.

  8. How fabulous this sounds. I live in the Sonora Desert; so summer is harsh and demanding, much like deep winter in cold climes. I am in by 9 a.m. and not out again until after sunset, if possible. We leave here to enjoy beaches and shores and daytime summer fun.

  9. Reminds me of some of my youthful lazy days – now I wouldn’t want to lie in the grass because of the critters in there. 🙂
    A delightful poem of leisure for Mosaic Monday, thanks for linking.

  10. I like the slow and gentle feel of this poem — espeically the image: “The sounds of the day quiet- only toads and chirping crickets remain.”

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