Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Restore Me


Restore Me

Sweet dry scent of baking grass
I stretch inhaling fragrance
I feel your slender stalks
Gently press against my skin
Warm for a moment
Then heat envelopes
Tempered by cool breezes
As the sun pours over me
Birds whistle and chirp
Peaceful and tranquil
Nature's intensity dissolves mine
"Listen" It calls to me
"Feel" It calls to me
"Peace, be calm rest"
Summer day restore me

Carrie Lin R. Jones May 24 2000©

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