The mild morning soothes me, like sips
of ice water on a sweltering summer day.
Dawn cools my dream-stewed forehead and dips
my tensed-up jaw to taste its sweet parfait:
fruit of leaves and branches layered. They sway
in a custard glow—tang that comes as shine
mellowed by cirrus gliding east. Please stay,
syrupy shadows drenching the walk—mine
for respite. Break spirit’s fever; make soul benign.
Comments are welcome below. For another sample of outdoor poetry, try 2 Fragments from Texas.
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