sun warm
summer honey
clings in slow drips
to fingertips
the bees pulse in reels
honeysuckle drunk
and leaves sleepily weave
the golden hours
between cicada beats
seconds slow
and time is measured
by the gentle bend
of sweet green blades
and the dappled dance
of maple shade
© Sarah Whiteley
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You do have a way with words…this could be a scene from Gone With The Winds so lovely are the words.
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Lovely – so vivid I can not only see it and feel it, but I can smell it too.
🙂
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I love the smells of summer… cut grass and earth and sun-warmed flowers… instantly brings back my childhood. I’m happy you liked it!
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i like the happy mood of this poem in solitude. a respite in that secluded corner like a hidden spring of joy.
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Wonderful summer poem!
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