golden light dancing across my eyelids
gentle breezes stirring the leaves on the trees
warmth upon my skin; heat without the bite
bonfire smoke in the crisp autumn air
my nose stinging with fresh cut grass and old books
home-made pie heaven to my tongue
splashing water and laughter in sweltering weather
good music and friendly conversation deep and light
flowers finally in bloom
bright stars galaxies away winking back at me
my soul at rest
About the Creator
Samantha De Yarman
They’re just words
I’m arranging in an order
And yet somehow
Nothing else is harder.
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