Sun lanterns leaves again while noon heat bathes
and swelters. A catspaw* hardly stirring
individually the long grass tips,
hairs on our wrists, then stretching, sighing long,
in interim, retracts sharp claws again,
becalming us in tropicality,
spaces jiggling with illuminated
specks of little flies; and then a flurry:
dandelion seed choruses leap to
the very air that lifts them off with glee.
Sun days like these you simply doze upon;
but waking, stir to tread bare feet with care
the grass among the fruit trees to the back,
incredulous at a blackberry flower;
(one only, nevertheless evident)
and how late spring winks at early autumn.
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*A cat'spaw breeze- a little one.
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Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoetryA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...
