The heat settles across the lawn, Tracing wavering lines through the air As the heavy scents of cut grass And lilies fill my senses. I feel the need to do Everything that is left undone, Temperature and temperament spurring Thoughts of action. Then I watch a hawk trail Lazily through the sky And think, "Maybe tomorrow."
Please follow this blog by subscribing at the bottom of this page. And please follow me on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok: