Soft Summer Reverie
A small expression about being on the expanse of a windswept field, whatever the season, really, but placed in the golden, summery panorama in this poem. Please enjoy!
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Amber reeds, pliant
in the summer wind
swaying, dancing-
synchronised
now syncopated
and back again
shouting then singing xanthine etudes
boisterous and raucous,
bright and nimble-
supple as lips
that plant fond pecks
on smooth sun-kiss'd cheeks.
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