June 18 2011

the sun
climbs up
an invisible ladder,
made of sky.
eyes closed
breeze touches
her flawless face
the yellow of the sun
and the yellow of the flower
blind her
in a glowing, pleasant light.
her fingers skim
the top of the unkept grass
the bottom of her feet
embracing the warm soil underneath
the water beside her
slowly grains warmth
as does her heart
like it does every year
at the
start of summer .