Why are poems written in summer?
Probably because the sun wakes me up in the morning, and if I'm sleeping - at my brother's dacha, then even the gulls start laughing, the sea sounds outside the window of a cozy house.
I Wake up and write down the lines before I lose them:
This summer is in me
The blanket fell to the floor,
The pulse of night silence I am listening
He falls asleep with an alarming snore
Tap in the kitchen and a Teddy bear.
My character is not a "tchotchke - Pecka",
I hide my tenderness of trouble.
A child's drawing comes to life,
Drawn by a new song.
The tea is cold and does not breathe in the Cup,
I just didn't have time for dinner...
That's why he sighs heavily
Under the pillow - the right note.
I repeat my day in memory,
Pausing over each line,
My thoughts flow in verses,
Time is compressed into hourglasses.
Our sun rises,
And above it a whitish pall,
The whole world is painted with a new feeling,
This summer is snub-nosed in me.
What is happiness?
First of all-this is summer, because how can you live with your granddaughter by the sea:
This is our little Anechka ...She was already walking. She will be one year old on August 1. She is very similar to her father not only in appearance, but also in her friendly character!
Happiness is a garden in my brother's dacha!
Happiness is something that grows in the garden!
It's lucky that you can make such a delicious dish out of it!
And from zucchini and tomatoes that grow in the garden at the dacha, you can prepare such zucchini sandwiches!
Happiness is flowers in the country, however, now many roses have faded and they were cut, but soon they will begin to bloom in a new way!
Happiness is a Curling green curtain on the archway, on which grapes will soon ripen!
We have visited Lukomorye, which is the name of the place where my brother's dacha is located.
Summer is a small poetic life. And the reason for inspiration is close by...You just need to learn to enjoy the summer, the sea, the sun, Breakfast on the sand, seagulls, the sound of the surf, the laughter of a little man - a new inhabitant of our land...My granddaughter - daughters of my late son Vanechka.
I think he's smiling too, looking down on our summer...
