July 26, 2017

Cushion of soft, warm grass underfoot,
Fiery lick of sun upon skin,
Subtle scent of windblown fields,
Wind whispers through forest greens,
Distant roar of running motors,
Background chirp of busied birds,
And the vocal squeak and groan of children’s swings,

She vicariously relives
forgotten childhood memories,
Via her daughter’s green gaze
Of a midsummer wonderland