Bare Verse

July 28, 2017

She opens up,
candidly bares her soul,
in verse
feeling the chill
Of cool breeze
On naked flesh
She scuttles back
To watch from
her guarded shelter


Vicarious Summer Discovery

July 26, 2017

Cushion of soft, warm grass underfoot,
Fiery lick of sun upon skin,
Subtle scent of windblown fields,
Wind whispers through forest greens,
Distant roar of running motors,
Background chirp of busied birds,
And the vocal squeak and groan of children’s swings,

She vicariously relives
forgotten childhood memories,
Via her daughter’s green gaze
Of a midsummer wonderland