When wandering out onto the deck,
To feel the sun and wind collectively.
Testing if warm enough to hold my ground,
To be bathed in the tang of the sea.
Nostrils tantalised by orange blossom scent,
Freely flowing around and around.
With bees singing,
Their buzzing collecting song.
The wind lifted my hair lightly to cool my scalp,
What bliss I am unable to resist.
So stand wallowing in contentment,
At the first hint of a Touch of Summer.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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