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"Berry Field Sunrise"
Isaac J. Lutz
Spring into Summer
Heidi Shepherd
I yearn…
My body yearns
for the first really warm day of spring.
To feel the gentle caresses of the sun
lavishly covering my flesh with kisses.
My body yearns
for warm tender breezes to play with my hair
licking erotic trails upon my neck.
I yearn…
For the flora and fauna that spring brings.
Vibrant splashes of color, flowers paint upon
green lush of the garden.
My eyes yearn…
To look above and see
shiny bright faces of the sunflowers
gazing enduringly down upon me.
My ears yearn…
To hear the delicately vulnerable flutes
of the loyal birds spring brings back to us.
Of the chatter between crow and blackbirds.
My heart yearns…
For the chubby little butts of the fuzzy bumblebees
sticking out of flowers like Pooh in his honey pot
or when they buzz so diligently and happily from
smelly fragrant pollinator buds.
My soul yearns…
For the lazy hot days of summer,
for the stillness of the day
when you can hear the wings of the hummingbird
floating from flower to flower,
when the day brings lazy dogs
and lazy lounging tan legs
that dangle over the arm of a chair,
for the cool taste of ice tea
and laughter and shouts
and babies crying and fans blowing,
of sprinklers spraying and all the kids playing.
Yes, even I, can now frankly say
I miss the days of spring that settle into summer.