my fingers perfumed
with sage
half asleep
wrapped in the morning coolness
humming cicadas
yellow butterfly
in the heart of a lily
the taste of new wine
Presence
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2 comments:
I always find your poems to be calming. The scenes you create come back to me over and over.
Than you, Sandy. I wish they could be cooling as well. Way too hot and humid this summer. For you, too, I suppose.
Adelaide
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