Wet grass
dampens bare soles
shines their callous ridges
green blades between glistening toes
summer's memories climb from the dew up
children's voices puppies yips and snorts
lovers' eyes bare fall's hope
of returning
wet grass
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The summertime, kids, puppies, lovers. I have gone barefoot all my life and I know this wonderful feeling.
Myke
And to write to a standard like rictameter - that's an accomplishment.
Or, you know. The southern California equivalent of all of that. I'm pretending that you have seasons. :)
Myke: thank you so much for commenting. It means a lot to me to see your icon and name.
Barbary: Thank you dear. As for your sharing your work with me, one good turn deserves another.
Spencer: I read you so much I thought we were connected! Glad to be with you.
James: Thank you, dude. We, like, have seasons, you know. Sailing or Skiing dude! And sometimes like on the same day!
Great way of bringing the Many into the One.
In this weather...what wish would you have..
Rain or pain
and what would you gain
Tears or fears
if this is what you mean
Wet Grass or Dry Glass..
Nothing will last..
Great poem Umar as usual..sparkled with hope and rain..cause winter showers are always ready for summer's hopes..