By Frances Leitch
SUN SONG
In the Sun Song
the swallows fly
two abreast
Cutting across the sky
The bubbling brook
dances on mossy rocks
Playing endlessly
the tune of laughter
Buck and doe
Cross green grass
in the meadow
And butterflies
Spread their wings
to the sun
Warm themselves
and then are gone
Sun Song
Summertime
So light and full
Billowy white clouds
Roam across
The sky of blue
Upturned faces of flowers
Smile to the sun
Lavender in hue
Lily white
Marmalade too
As squirrels scamper
And climb
Up the pine
Dancing on the branches
Of summertime
Life Song
The flowers that spew
Across a barren hill
That shove their heads
Out of rock and cranny
And from beneath bush top
Fling every which way
Dress mountain slopes
In petaled gowns
Allow meadows to wear
Bonnets in their hair
And sing a life song
For all begun
Summer’s Breeze
There is
in a summer’s breeze
ripping off the surface
of the ocean
A gentle warm rudder
Filling the soul
with summer tunes
Rolling on waves
passing by
And with the seagull fly
soaring high and free
Over the sea contentedly
Wheeling in the breeze
See sand and sky
Sail on by
Valley Of Serenity
When the valley is lush
And liquid life
gushes over waterfalls
Hands of sorrow
touch the water
Wash the roads
of dust away
As the waters
cascade down
Over rocks
pebbled brown
The thrush chirps
in the laurel tree
as the wanderer strides
beneath a blue sky canopy
In the valley of Serenity
Crossing On
The warm of the day
summer grasses
The calves grazing
Upon the hill
The dawn’s smile
smiling still
As the day’s ray
crosses the summit
To the road
that goes along
Climbing the hills
of life’s struggles
And beyond
Wandering on
Wanderer
The mind circles the sun
and breadth of the sea
scattering light rays
and shifting sands
aimlessly
The mind’s attraction
of sea to sand
light to sun
harkens to distant bells
wandering verily
It torments and teases As the years slip away
delights and pleases The eye of the wind
reflecting the spirit The heart of the sea
the way moments do In one thought passes
Day-by-day the shifting sands of eternity
Feeling that life is in nature’s palm, Frances has spun tales of life and the sea, sun, and wild spaces since youth. Having a bit of a hobo spirit, she and family traveled through 48 states and 17 countries, and always like to journey in the sunshine. She’s published poems in The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Westward Quarterly Magazine, Shemom, FreeXpresSion, Lite, Willard and Maple and other publications. She enjoys sharing poetry and hopes to pass on nature’s wonder that pockets a bit of the sun.
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