Apple-blossomed trees send
blissful scent on
curious meanders
through confetti-laden boughs.
Squealing giggles tear
through mill-pond-still air
shaking dormant echoes
into sudden life.Lazy loungers lap up
this peaceful pause –
ripples of relaxation tickling
action’s redundant rest.Swooping shadows carried swiftly
in carefree loops
at the wistful whim
of summer’s balmy breeze.Memories of town
and traffic tempers
and parking cars and heated stress
blissfully blurred to a passing dream.
Our garden stretches to
child-playing eternity as
the box-like confines
of former days
disperse to a distant blink.
Reality smiles its
contented sheen
upon my bright
new dawn.
© Nicky Clifford 2016
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