Thursday, June 23, 2011

abundance




money trees shimmy in the sunlight
russian olive fragrant
a fallen sparrow
counted, not forgotten

all
types and shadows

poppies pink and red
purple flags heavy on stalks
sweet william
a breeze

my neck is wet
back sticking
all is holy
labored breath

to push
to rise
to see
to live again

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3 comments:

S. Etole said...

your words paint summer well ...

Melissa: said...

oh i love love this.
could smell, see and feel everybit of it.

Cath said...

This is so beautiful. "all is holy labored breath" - hanging on each word. xo