I Breathe

 Summer lingers

The Sun's Ray's

Warm

Bright

Stream 

through 

Windows

onto

The Sofa

where

I sit

Reading

A Book

The Door

to

The Garden

is

Open

A Breeze

catches

The Delicate Fabric

of

The Portiere

Swaying

Gently

A Dance

of

Sorts

Ensues

I am reminded

of

Isadora Duncan!!

Outside

Under 

The Shade

of

Mother Gingko

Little Chloe 

Stretched Out

in

Her Black

and

White 

Fur Coat-

Sleeps

Oblivious

to

What She brings

Simply

by

Her Presence...

I Breathe-

This Moment

Late Summer

So Ordinary

So Magical