Mental Seasoning

Watermelon seed spitting, popsicle licking and locust humming songs;
Summer scenes etched in dark crevices.

Leave pile diving, pumpkin’s smiling, crackling fires with s’mores;
Falling breathlessly, covering mistakes and guilt.

Tongues catching snowflakes, sledding down slopes, hot chocolate parties;
Frozen heart kiss to melt fears and fallacies.

Tulips, May Day baskets, Barefoot puddle dances;
Spring cleaning cobwebs, dusting off today.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Jones Avatar
November 19, 2014 at 3:41 PM
Hi Randy.....wanted to tell you this poem just made me feel good...thanks.....I've been -unplugged- awhile and just popped in a bit and so glad you had visited...thank you
Biffany Avatar
November 26, 2014 at 2:24 PM
Thanks so much Donna. We all go through our life's seasons and sometimes just need to clean house and mind. I'll be reading your work. Happy writing!
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