It's Summer
It's summertime,
like a wheel you heat the moist of a flavor
beneath the steam of bubbly clouds...
and it is so mysteriously delightful: to be
swallowed by the glide of a northern breeze
which simply accepts all the glittering shells
and ocean graffiti woven on the fabric
of a night-scape absolute, unabbreviated…
how a mantle of adventure props on ruffles
of gaiety amidst a thousand fireflies,
that all minstrel stars collapse
never ever the same each time!
...............
Janis Thompson's Summertime Contest
Submitted 7/3/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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