A leisure day -Tanka
A golden rising sun
Gently touched my closed eyes
Brought warmth to my room
Pulled me out of my sweet dream
We were nestling like the birds
Summer time my dream
Ripening lemon yellow fruit
Spreading its fragrance
Under lemon tree we sat
As carefree birds all day long
Stillness of the night
We heard the Barn owl hooting
Watched moon crisscrossing
A motor boat hauled at creek
Dogs barked as fishermen moved
beautiful, J.K.
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Are those "nesting" or nestling, birds? Both words work, I think.
Love ya!
Jane