:::the bright:::

my summers are songs,
lyrical and sweet
ageless, scented and warm.
my sun, gold my skin
my sun, hot my feet
and sprinkle noses with pollen
and love.
white narcissus, clover and rose
cirrus and azure,
the toss of my clothes
take beauty, i inhale
hair tangled, water hot
take body and mind
give love, worry not

my summers are songs
the essence is jazz
calliope lovers
amongst delicate laughs
i lie naked on my back
alone, still
just to hear
every whisper in nature
a sacred souvenir
of the spirit that gifts my heart
with this reason
and the peace that is handed
to the child of this season.

 

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::