Dog Days

~ Candace
Master Bedroom Painting by andrew wyeth; Master Bedroom Art Print for sale
Master Bedroom Painting by andrew wyeth

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

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29 thoughts on “Dog Days”

  1. 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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  8. 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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  15. 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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  16. 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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