Reveries From a Box
There is a magical yet languid summer hint,
In cupping white- powdered sand
That’s not unlike a warm delight…
Of gently observing a quivered roll
As it wends its way down past grasses ;
On our memorable August coastline
To somewhere new, some place unknown.
And delicate grains, earthy as your breath,
Move through the cylinder of my mind
Bringing back reveries from yesterday…
And pulling us down to a sandbox of dreams
Where I linger linger to think of you;
Like summers’ coastline… flowing gently into me.
Brian Strand No 750 Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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