Summer Lush  

Hands wrought of iron to write
like silk, flower petals fluttering
turvy tipsy on wind, carried from
a bridge that stretches over a verdant
green valley. Touch the scenery, the
energy stirred up by every luminous being- coming, going- sunshine halos and one more cup of tea, cherish every melancholy rain streaked sight you see.
A rivers gentle burbling cascade,
carrying time like a rose petal-
down liquid curves and
watery echoes.

© 2006 Ryan Baier