When Summer Arrives In Orange
Shirtless sitting on the earthen stoop
Contemplating the task set gently in hand.
Transformed a boy, looking intently into natures orb
In the shade of the willows banging away the heat.
Eyelashes closed, a flesh wrinkled sheet
The sun dancing across my face through a kaleidoscope
(Of trees softly whispering lazy lullaby’s).
Orange sparks dancing to mesmerize
Hidden only in the secret of a warm still array.
Methodically peeling away layers citrus spray
Of sealed in sun.
The feeling is always the same
Sweet pulp of excitement racing against the pulse.
Juices filling the mouth saturating the tongue
Swishing swirling, fixed firmly
On one emotion. A still photograph
With a blank face of concentration.
Face cocked with a smile directed to one side
Shoes untied, remnants of nature at my feet.
Quickly running as to not forget the sensation
Of Orange
(leaving Spring for July).
Copyright © Jason Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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