Sunday, August 8, 2010


The best days are the kind
that start all
dewy green, crispness in the air
that sends a chill down your spine,
the type of morning that
even SMELLS new...

Chilly mornings grow warm
as the sun rises with the heat,
dewy grass becoming sticky air...

Afternoons pass in shorts and tanks,
making you just wish summer
would give way to fall.
The sun creeps to bed at twilight,
leaving still, dry, vacant air
hovering lifelessly, stale.
The wind blows,
just once,
bringing out big sweaters and jeans
to hide within...

Bare toes and cocoa on the porch
make a perfect end to such a perfect day...

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