A Walk In the Park
Walking barefoot in the park
upon a carpet of grass,
I feel dewy fingers
massage and tickle my toes.
A cool tactile breeze tussles
my unruly mop of hair,
sending a chill running down
along the length of my spine.
Soaking up rays, I bathe in
the sunlight, baring my skin
to its therapeutic touch,
bringing a blush to my cheeks.
And the roughened bark of an
accommodating shade-tree
scratches a persistent itch,
as it rubs my grateful back.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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