Wednesday, July 17, 2013


behind my lids
images of dancing tree limbs
and tumbling leaves
flow through like silent films of

i watch, serenely, smelling
the breeze, feeling the scents
on my cheeks, waiting for the intermission
trying to remember
where the concessions were being sold

*smooches...just trying to make it through the week*
I figured you wouldn't rightly care if I posted a fall message in the middle of a heatwave