On a lazy afternoon

Sun bright overhead

She lies, relaxed

In a hammock in the yard.

A book, unread,

Is open on her chest and

A breeze plays gently with her hair.

On a table nearby

Her drink warms as the ice quickly melts.

Beneath her,

close by as always,

The dogs rest, panting in the shade.

While around her,

Surrounding her everywhere

the buzzing of the cicadas lulls her to sleep.