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summer’s promises
are always dressed in green
and flowers march themselves
to the door of daydream
sun on skin and whisper breezes
up at dawn and late late nights
winding my way through pages of novel
bare feet on cool wood floor
windows open to a symphony
of simple declaration
grow
live
rejoice
again
.
.
.
Comments
For a good morning, I always start my day here.
Posted by: Michael | May 28th, 2014 07:43
a m e n . xxo
Posted by: prairiegirl | May 28th, 2014 09:43
Read, again. Rejoice, again. Love, again. Get notebook, again…
Posted by: Sooz | May 28th, 2014 11:59
I love the image your words conjured up for me…
Posted by: Donna@Gardens Eye View | May 28th, 2014 13:34