Summer’s Eve – A Quadrille

Summer’s Eve As day sits on the cusp of dusk a slight movement catches the eye The silent, single silhouette of a cottontail enthralls Nibbling grass in the garden Eyes of the hunted moving restlessly while appearing calm A soothing sight on a quiet summer’s eve Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Summer’s Eve – A Quadrille”