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.