how quickly this summer flicks by
light bursts dawn into greens then blues
noon yellows toward twilight hues
time under color hides its flight
Monthly Archives: July 2016
Four Lines
every now and then comes that
perfect summer day breezes blow
through wide open windows and doors
throwing joy around with the chaff
Four Lines
my mind can roam free from time why
then does each tick of the clock wrap
my body closer in its grasp
until life confined breathless dies