Pondering
I find that
Hazy summer times
Are the best times
For pondering.
On a sunny breezy day
I like to ponder
The bumblebee
With her fuzzy buzzy
body
Collecting our clover
pollen
And I rather like to
ponder
The snuffling black
fade
On the muzzle of my
Good dog
With her good strong
legs
And it does one good
to ponder
The breeze bending
the grass
My way
And one should never
forget
To ponder
The ants crawling
Scurrying in their
smallness
To their cities
Which are also great
fun to ponder
And how could I
forget to ponder
The dandelions
With their butter
mellow heads
And their dusty earth
scent
But most of all
I love to ponder
The summer rains when
they come
And turn the breeze
into a gale
And patter
incessantly
Then leave, quite
suddenly
Leaving a strong
clean light
Which is also good
For pondering.
