January 13, 2005
Cerulean graces my eyes.
My ears detect the buzz of bees;
the nectar they devoutly seek
permeates olfactorily.
Suckling honey from tiny blooms-
pale yellow, peach and ochre hue;
surrendering to cool, green grass
beneath me on this emerald path;
content to feel the subtle breeze
play soft upon my skin; enraptured
by the warm and teasing rays
of midday sun.
I yearn to stay,
as long as I may tarry,
as nature sings its songs,
and all of this tranquility
converges in its majesty
in order to make love to me.
1 comment:
Carrie, Jason B here. It is confusing as to how someone could misunderstand this poem, especially if they read the content of your other poetry. Great work Carrie, moving. It's always a pleasure to rediscover the talents of old friends.
God Bless.
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