Feathered Foot Dreaming
One sticky September noon,
a raindrop pattered sweetly.
My eyes glided upward as they do,
wishing for cloudkin and hazy.
Colors splayed from prisms' glass,
stretching from fairy's gold to heaven.
Raindrops trapped 'neath nature's glass,
capturing my gaze quite nimbly.
Faraway from earth and grass,
my adoration shifted skinward.
In wonder of bubble beneath my bre...
Tuesday 4th June 2024 5:04 pm
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