IN SPITE OF THE SUN

do not judge!

We search once more

through thickets of branches

viewing waltzing clouds

which shroud the sun

time to breathe in scents of fresh grass

on the meadow green

teeming with clumps of clover

rather than the airless forest

where ferns and laurels seize the air

to leave us sticky with sweat dripping

its way to our limbs

 

We sprint with our belongings

stumbling over tree stumps, small rocks, and puddles

to the open space of the meadow

where the sun can no  longer judge our intimacy

 

Clouds reassure us to re-new our covert romance

although they whisper about the risk that our picnic

may soon turn to mud

we fear, but nonetheless savor what remains of our food

 

We have an urge to caress on soft earth

on a hillside beneath a willow tree

though the clouds grow into large billows of fluffy gray

we delay, in suspect that our passion

may be put on hold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[cheyenne s garcia]

You are hands down a brilliant writer. One of my favorites! I wish you well, fellow writer!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Betty this write is touching so the the warmth of the title touches the heart, you've brought every word that brings in the imaginary of nature but in the last thought, let us put on hold what makes us wonder. Thank you for an Excellent write.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Mauricio, much appreciate!
Warmly
B🌷🌷

[Andrew John]

Clouds so often shroud the sun. But it can be a pleasant experience. Nicely put here, Betty H.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a thoughtful review🌷
Warmly, B🌷

[Weeping willow]

Such a lovely write filled with images through out the words ;-] Really enjoyable read. a favorite.

[Betty Hermelee]

A fine review WW…. Much appreciated🌷
Warmly, B

[Jerry Ables]

Excellent and profound words, Betty. I enjoyed the read very much. Richest blessings to you and yours! :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Jerry, a very kind review!
Warmly, B

[Jerry Ables]

You're very welcome, Betty! :)

[emmajoygreen]

'We have an urge to caress on soft earth
on a hillside beneath a willow tree
though the clouds grow into large billows of fluffy gray
we delay, in suspect that our passion
may be put on hold'

The freedom of love, to be, to share - trembles in your thoughts and - spreads like a tsunami, dear poet!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much sweet EM, a fine review and I always appreciate your kind words
Hugs🌷

[Neville]

What a bloomin delight .. your words, as they appear here, leave the combined aftertastes of both absolute freedom & controlled anticipation behind .. very warmly indeed, Neville

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you my friend, a “wow” review, your kindness weaves its way through this write
Warmly, B🌷

[Neville]

Becuz ya wurf it Betty ... 🌹

[LadyNaida]

It sounds like a very romantic hike, surrounded by nature. Two hearts seeking to be alone without the galking eyes of others. Beautiful poem!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a lovely review! Much appreciated!
Warmly,
B🌷

[LadyNaida]

You’re welcome. It was my pleasure. 🦋

[Brandy Griffith]

This is very nice! I love the imagery!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Brandy for stopping by with a lovely review!
Warmly, B🌷

[Brandy Griffith]

You're welcome Betty. Keep writing that great poetry!

[John the Baptist]

Give Old Sol a break, B. He may be something of a voyeur, but this time of year people are slathering themselves with lotion to make it look like he's had his eye on them.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you my friend for a witty review!
Warmly, B