The sun beats
Chloroplasts frolick
Greedy alcoholics
Addicted
To the root stretch feel
Of growth
As neurons
Are ever attentive
Picking up new signs
Surveying others
Gentle kisses
Pressed from the lips of fall
Not a warning
More of a promise
Of a soon to return chill
My writers block is gone and this is all that appeared. It's been a while hi.