Two years old here, but the poem is probably well over ten years now.
A jubilant summer’s breath whispers
as it dances through my hair;
entwined and everywhere, a rush
caresses me from within.
Fields a glaze with dew and song,
apples fall and bound along
till picked up from wet grass
with a touch, a hold so whole, like
a cool, everlasting kiss.
Suspicion turns to face the breeze,
emotions bristle over skin;
a touch from everywhere, so real,
becomes a dream inside.
The orchard pales to black and white,
all I feel is the cold sunlight
till a breath of air is warm and near
and I fear, if I tremble I will fall, so
I hold onto you, a cool everlasting
Kiss.
You tune into emotions so well in this and capture the feeling of being there succinctly.
Very involving piece, with little gems like ‘cold sunlight’.
Great work Anita.
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