Summersong

Water, grass

the wind 

raking its fingers through the leaves 

Here in the house of Summer, 

where the air is sweet and the beetle shells 

flash, dragon green 

among the weeds 

And butterflies wink, 

their wings 

mere scraps of wind-caught lace

Here in the land that faces sunward 

and drinks the light like heady, golden wine

Let your feet seek water, grass,

a mossy trunk,

and peace of mind.

Author's Note

Any and all reviews welcome. Thank you!

Reviews

[NotAboutMe]

You write very well. Words that stir both the heart and the mind's eye.

[R. Goebel]

Thank you!