It is a breath. Fleeting. Green. And envious.
It is blueberries. Raspberries from the garden. Sweet peas. In a bunch.
Ankle deep. A whisper. A kiss.
A yawn. A moon, before a swim.
This sky. It is now.
Friday, July 31, 2009
August
Summer, it is here. Immediate. And demanding.
It is a breath. Fleeting. Green. And envious.
It is blueberries. Raspberries from the garden. Sweet peas. In a bunch.
Ankle deep. A whisper. A kiss.
A yawn. A moon, before a swim.
This sky. It is now.
It is a breath. Fleeting. Green. And envious.
It is blueberries. Raspberries from the garden. Sweet peas. In a bunch.
Ankle deep. A whisper. A kiss.
A yawn. A moon, before a swim.
This sky. It is now.
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