The Picnic

On afternoons of drowsy calm,

languid limbs on grassy knoll.

Wicker, set on chequered cloth,

remnant crumbs, fruity pips.

Yawn, stretch,

arm cradles warmth.

Summer love,

easy as the drowsy calm.

Moments

Through glass

moving clouds

above the trees

softly heard

call of  bird

whitecap seas

changing sounds

reflections pass.