Summer in the South is both friend and foe alike
The sun kisses our skin and turns us bronze
It boils the air
And clings to us
The trees and bushes grow tangled
Gnats eat all that is moving alive
Flowers paint the ditches rainbow
And the roses bloom their hearts out
Hello!! I’ve been gone forever due to the idiocy of Comcast. They were supposed to cancel my neighbor’s service, but instead cancelled ours and it took a million forevers to get things worked out. Glad to be back!! I’ve missed everybody!!
xoxoAndrea
Imagine the blandest of grays
The darkest of blacks
And the starkest of whites
My world until you shed some light
You painted the grass a verdant green
And the cardinals a regal red
Richly gold became the sun
And the roses a delicate pink
You painted my world
The salty ocean became teal
So vibrant enough to feel
The earth once black
Now a chocolate-brown
The slow soft sunset
You spent so much time
Each orange flash
And the jagged streaks of pink
Sprinting across a palette of red
Still tinged by the day’s baby blue
My world is color because of you
Tall and strong
The stoic oak stands
Protecting all around him
Roots forcing through earth
Like wooden waves frozen by time
His branches are a city
For the small forest dwellers
Some distance from him in a clearing
Stands a willow
Who ripples with the wind
Forever in an effortless bend
Graceful as a ballerina
Who never had to practice
Was born with the mere essence
Of fluidity
No one lives in her slender branches
They are long like pale green hair
Admired and coveted
She is the epitome of ethereal
Fragile
Yet resilient
The oak and pine scoff
They stand tall
And they stand proud
Yet they will never have one thing sublime
A simple deception
The humble are often the strongest
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