To the last days of May
To the last days of May
A wind that is calm against my curls,
an air that is soft as it brushes my cheek
An unmasked sun that carries my shadow far away,
filtering down to the forest ground in rays of dappled honey.
The sword ferns are sharp and lushious,
far away I hear a blue jay give its shrill call
I and my friends sit on the old rotted log and wait
for the sharp smack of flip flops as they run past.
The grass prickles my legs as I sit atop the hay sea,
I and my friends in a circle feasting on blackberry towers
Clouds now form shapes to spend my time gazing at,
the clovers all sprout four-leafed petals for me to bet my luck on.
The dandelion afros I shake until their heads lay bare,
and with each I give a toast to the last days of May,
which gives to me my perfect summers of
flying frisbees, flowered coronets, and my Regulars.
05-30-06
Arianna
posted by Arianna @ 6:34 PM
2 Comments:
These pretzels are making me thirsty!
well i dont know about those pretzels but the poem was very good
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