roaring wind

Posted on June 11, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Relating to a trapped leaf
On the moment that it is freed
Across the street is a old dog resting
Red tongue showing the temperatures
In the moment of relaxation
Nothing is better than a cold drink
Given by a friend on this
Wide sky kind of day
I am picturing you and I
Nodding off as the house cools
Doing zero movement while hidden cozy

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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