Post by AquarianM on Jun 17, 2008 at 7:03am
Luminaries...
June is rampant lush in the Midwest,
Utter green in every-other-day rain and heat,
Sun hazed down upon us like clock hands noon,
The hay is tall enough to mow before half past,
Birds flutter and sing about all busy.
I sit in my lawn chair,
Reading of kime and art,
Slow with the scent of fine cigar and kona coffee,
Light falling like a slow drain as orange and indigo fly up,
And there over the fence,
The first rulers of summer come out,
Right where low grass meets hay.
Yellow-green flashes in twilight always make a child of me –
Delighted.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 06/17/2008
(*Kime – the complete focus of attention, intention, and action as a Karate move is executed correctly.)
June is rampant lush in the Midwest,
Utter green in every-other-day rain and heat,
Sun hazed down upon us like clock hands noon,
The hay is tall enough to mow before half past,
Birds flutter and sing about all busy.
I sit in my lawn chair,
Reading of kime and art,
Slow with the scent of fine cigar and kona coffee,
Light falling like a slow drain as orange and indigo fly up,
And there over the fence,
The first rulers of summer come out,
Right where low grass meets hay.
Yellow-green flashes in twilight always make a child of me –
Delighted.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 06/17/2008
(*Kime – the complete focus of attention, intention, and action as a Karate move is executed correctly.)