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Snowflakes and Sunflowers
My Winter’s Heart.
You saw apricity within my soul,
or was it a silly projection?
Your Summer heart.
I felt your wild sunflowers
blooming on my skin.
We came together;
Winter and Summer collide.
You said the snowflakes are peaceful,
I said the sunflowers are kind.
A faint whisper
from a long summer.
A dark blanket
from a cold winter.
By the sea,
By the hills,
By both, we
feel cool
against
the skin.
The full sunlight on a late Summer’s day warms the house.
There is a feeling of change, for the sun is setting earlier, and a cool breeze touches the lounge.
Chloe feels the breeze move along her naked skin as she relaxes on a Saturday afternoon with a coffee and a book.
Oppressively hot,
humidity in the south,
fan, cooling, and chill.
Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.
Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.
Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.
A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.
Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.
Burning summer sun,
birds shit over the house, grass.
The flies laugh at me.
Blooming sweet nectar
Summertime garden party
Strawberry Sunshine
A breath of autumn.
Summer, Springtime, and Autumn;
Seasons in one day.
Gooseflesh on my skin
Beside my open window
Autumn in Summer
Pen to my paper
Writing words on many trees
Nature closing in
Perfume from outside
No flowers blooming in sight
A whiff of nature
my puffy ankles
stiff in the humidity
yet I keep sitting
Wavelets move towards the shore,
a cold southern sea on a hot day.
Burning sand with sparse shells,
no sea snails hidden from sight.
Walking on the littered wet sand,
ivory beige skin turning pink, red.
Dirty white sand, dirty white feet;
soon we look like sandy lobsters.
Whispering songs to the sea of light,
playing with our mind, the dark sea.
C & K 