Barefooted Summer

barefooted summer
love's personal race
slender blades of grass
splendour every place

flaring nostrils attempt
to embrace a fragrant hue
unfulfillable empty heart
lying in the morning dew

eyes that wept so long
drink in a lovely sight
one tired hand it waves
for now she has no fight

I am but one sweet flower
and although it took a while
my earth blanket now I share
with you to see a smile...

- ©Simone McLeod, Sept 25, 2014

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