Which do you prefer,
breeze that caresses your face
or wind running its fingers playfully,
gently tousling your your hair?
The crispness of a cool morning
like an apple cold and juicy
as the sweetness in the air
brings a variety of fragrances;
Clover and wintergreen,
honeysuckle on the vine
Onion grass and wet pine
Let me stay her for a time,
in sights and smells sublime,
in colors that dance
if you give yourself a chance
to really just let things be
and then reflect upon what you've seen
i like to call it the waking dream
for far too many (beyond number) slumbers...
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