Friday, January 06, 2006

The summer's green hand

The summer's green hand
did open me to
the many cloudless
pleasures.
She touches me,
warmth on my shoulder,
leading me,
as a child,
through her trees
quietly and patiently.
I want to touch feel one,
but there is no time;
I may only look.
I see blue, yellow, and brown
colors.

5 comments:

Liam Wilkinson said...

A couple of really nice poems to start the year! 'The Summer's Green Hand' has got me thinking leaves and lemonade - has this Winter been too long already? I think so.

Shubhodeep said...

enchanting!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Very gentle, a nurturing experience

Anonymous Poet said...

This makes me feel young and new again!

ozymandiaz said...

wow breathtaking.