Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Summertime

For once the summer came like honey flowing in a honeycomb, sweet and slow,
the strawberries with the golden freckles on their skin were more than ripe and ready to be picked.
Sun tanned children with sun dyed hair sold lemonade (the kind that tickled your lips), for shiny coins but always worn one dollar bills.
Birds and butterflies were blissful to live days with long light, the sun beamed longer, and the moon had four to eight off almost every afternoon for around three months.
Flowers sparkled and glistened following summer rain, but seemed content when rays beat upon them.
Solely September and an impending autumn would change the magical reality that is summertime.

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