Of Fair Weather

Of fair weather, it holds me in its charms. Godspeed of June, be jealous for light rays. She’s heard my plea, now let me play and smile. The pleasantries; hotlanta held at bay. And withstanding the green and merry glow, the yellow blooms, the aha reds, sky blues, I reminisce and kiss and sigh, soaring with feet of dendrites’ pulse and oxygen. The rush of oaks, maples, and bonny crépes; the sweep of wind through open drive - alive! The ferny mimosas, feathery pink - Sensations flip; I’m head-to-toe, euphoric. Teeter-totter…not yet! The sun’s broadcast will keep the mornings cool - ‘lanta in June!