
Come what may.
A bird flies away.
Summertime after Springtime. Flowering, what may?
Water shining, tinkling. Flames the shape, waving.
A boat set sailing, with people swimming hailing.
Smaller by the distance. More people arrive, persistence.
A smell in the East. Pleasant. A whiff for one and all. Delicious.
Not a word, just a sound from wet people gathering around.
Humming, groaning, panting, a picture made a painting.
Skin sizzling in the heat. BBQ, fresh meat.
A Summers day for some. Some sleep. Some rum.
Wet bodies now dry; the sun set high.
A day in August to remember? Maybe? Sunflower.
About the Creator
James Green
Weaving words into captivating worlds, this author's storytelling will transport you to realms of imagination and leave you breathless.
Profiles and content: https://linktr.ee/gr33ngr33n



Comments