May 2018
In May
The forest
Erupts
In aromas
"Did you miss me?"
It teases.
The mountain
Peaks
Denuded
Of white shawls
Flirt
With the sun.
My body
Subsists
Efficiently
On fruit,
Nuts,
And clear, cool melt
In May.
The forest
Erupts
In aromas
"Did you miss me?"
It teases.
The mountain
Peaks
Denuded
Of white shawls
Flirt
With the sun.
My body
Subsists
Efficiently
On fruit,
Nuts,
And clear, cool melt
In May.
Written on top of a mountain, like you do.
Written by
Subconscious on Parade
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