Coming
It cleans
Lifts up my shirt
Caresses my neck
and licks at my hair
In its fresh coolness
The scent of green wildness
Calls crisply
Of broken grass and Melissa leaves
Under bare feet.
This weeks respone to the OSI prompt 'Overt, the wind that blows through the open windows'
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6 comments:
Delicious! Thank you.
wonderful imagery ... you captured the overt sensuality of nature in this poem.
thanks for your contribution to the prompt!
peace,
JP/deb
Wonderful interpretation of this prompt!
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Great flow!
hugging the stones, I meditate fervently
Also do get aboard the Monday Poetry Train
A nice cute take on the prompt..ah, the scent of green wilderness..
Thank you everyone :D
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