Summer Days

Learn more about other poetry terms

In the meanderings of my backyard, I set a glass of ice water on the muddled glass table Spreckled with rainspots and a splinch more than the grain of salt I asked for.
the clouds float slowly by wispy, fluffy white the grass prickles at the skin the wind teases the hair rays of sunshine lazing by the whispering of locust wings scents of summer floating through
Subscribe to Summer Days