Mar 2016
After a hot dry
Summer, rain. Trees produce new
Leaves, toward the sun.
Lying on a bed
Of dried leaves and twigs, bare skin
Absorbs the sun's gift.
Summer, rain. Trees produce new
Leaves, toward the sun.
Lying on a bed
Of dried leaves and twigs, bare skin
Absorbs the sun's gift.
Written by
George Raitt
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