Summer Morning
Yellow butter sun breaking through a blue, cloud spotted sky.
Ground warm beneath swiftly moving feet,
that propel me toward the day’s adventures.
Twisting green vines, sporting fairy hat flowers
ripen quickly in the creeping heat.
Scent of grass, asphalt and rain left over from
a shower quickly passing in the night; penetrate my senses
and I am transported to the long ago days of childhood.
Lelah Walters
9/20/09
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