The day, hot blue,
smells of earth.
The sky stills;
clouds, hills, horizon blur.
Hear the silence:
afternoon,
the little town by the river
slowing down in the heat.
Somewhere a smell
of sunscreen –
warm brown skin,
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Perfection
ReplyDeleteI could hear the silence too
ReplyDeleteOh, this takes me back.........beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA happy image among the images of calm.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this warming glimpse, Rosemary darling. It's cold and windy here, so the scent of summer is so welcome.
ReplyDeleteLove the tone of your poem, it's musical glow...
Oh yes. She is there. You took me there
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