The smell of summer
Wafts warmly around me
Green fingers tickle my cheek
A sky stained deep blue
With aging ink
Spotted with chunks
Of slinking ideas
Slipping away snickering
Out of sight
A soft hum
Joins the birds' song
As sleeping trees
Drowsily guard
Secretive stories
Lauging racously
As the season wafts lazily by
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
