Dog Days
I long for the “dog days” of summer
hot days with nothing to do
when daydreaming
is a valid past time
days of long afternoon naps
and tall glasses of iced tea
that leave a cooling wet ring
on my bare leg
nights that come slowly
as we sit on the porch swing
listening to an improvised
concert by crickets and frogs
–
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
d’Verse Poets – OLN # 174 – Bjorn has us thinking about summer
rhymeswithbug 
Ah, dog days! Our summer down here qualifies… and this poem was a balm to a battered teacher’s nerves at the start of long naps, etc. The wet ring is more likely to be the glasses of home-concocted Sangria, though. Very nicely done.
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Thanks so much! Enjoy your summer.
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Everything you do is so… so… I can reach out and touch what you paint! (See, you leave me speechless!) Love this!
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Oh, thanks so much! You are too kind.
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I would love to listen to that concert ~
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Such lovely images here 😀 Beautiful work done.
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Thank you so much!
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I’ve never really experienced such laziness.. But this it sounds so wonderful.
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This walks the dog days wonderfully. Count me in.
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Ahhh! Bucolic painted well with words
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Funny thing.. this looks like my bed at any given time of the day. I love where the painting took you, and the thoughts shared.
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Thanks 🙂
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I love those summer evening concerts by crickets and frogs. And I love the painting of the dog on the bed. Had not seen this one.
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I have this one hanging in my bedroom.
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You’ve painted aching for summer so well.
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Thanks!
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So lovely and I will confess…it’s hot today and I did take a nap. A privilege of us older people. :0)
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We had a hot day today – unfortunately there was no nap time
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Oh the night concerto’s of summer when nature sings its thrill!
Anna :o]
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oh how easy you make summer and with such ease of words and pictures – pure joy to read
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Thanks so much!
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Those dog days were made for collapsing under a cool porch fan. They take the starch right out of you.
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they surely do 🙂
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Wonderful poem! The dog days they are a’coming! The poem to the photo is perfect. ANd I too love sitting outside and listening to the nightsounds. Soon cicadas will start up. Again, wonderful poem!
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Thanks very much!
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Oh this is so so wonderful! I especially like, no, can feel is a better choice of words, that cool ring of moisture left on my leg….and sometimes, for me, I press that cool glass to my forehead too. So MUCH in these words makes me smile and feel summer! I’ve always thought summer should be a verb – think about it! 🙂
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Thank you so much! I was summering today 😉
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Lovely! You caught the gist of summer perfectly.
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Dog days…We are in them here in Texas. I have a small woods behind my house and love seeing all the animals and hearing life serenade me.
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