promises tucked inside rounded bellies,
secretly wrought for beauty
tiny sprouts shoving through Earth itself
just to be touched, held by the sun
almond eyes fluttering focus, peeking through
dark locks for love of morning
paper-barked trees reaching, stretching white
against mud and time for a chance to grow
women standing silent by kitchen sinks,
drunken with summer pouring in
golden bees with soft apples,
kissing open-mouthed upon the grass
withered men bent under the world,
rising up to face the light
nice - that first line really snags the reader -
ReplyDeleteYES!!
ReplyDelete"golden bees with soft apples,
ReplyDeletekissing open-mouthed upon the grass"
Loved this line. Beautiful.
Mel
So many beautiful images to wade in here.
ReplyDeleteI can almost taste Summer in these words.
nice...love all the imagery...and esp the one you end on..that one is redemption for me..
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by...the first line....smiles...my daughter carry my first grand baby girl:)
ReplyDeleteBlessings~
wow... golden bees with soft apples... you are a writer, friend.
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