On a Summer Morning Humid
Sticky wisps
spider's web
Milky hands
blood of weeds
Chyrsalide empty
butterfly breathes
on a summer morning humid
Scent absorbing
plum tree sweetened
Crickets tuning
notes of the season
Bare feet green
for a very good reason
I need to feel the earth
Leaves uplit
in a sweet sun bath
Echinacea flowers
bend the garden path
Yellow finch bellies
puffed up and fat
burst the sky with color
Orange explosion
trumpet vine
Adrenaline pumping
feeling fine
Smile elaborate
this day is mine
on a summer morning humid...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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