Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Promise of Summer

The birdsong is constant, all you have to do is listen.  The sun is strident, a force on the body as heavy as gravity.  The green is relentless, creeping out from crevices too small to contain it.  And the wind carries on the promise of summer.

1 comment:

  1. Love the imagery. I just now figured out how to use the comment section appropriately :( so I apologize.


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