an exercise in senses

Pretzels, too salty
Honeybee buzzing on clover
Wind-whisper, blowing the little hairs around my face
Sun, hot on my skin
Pencil, scratching words on paper
Birds exercising vocal chords
Pool filter humming
My seat, damp from dew
Ring, sparkling in sunlight
Nasty taste of lip balm in my mouth, mixed with pretzel
Sunlight and tree-shadows dappling the walls of the garden shed
Darkening of light, sun smothered
Sun breaking free, if only for a moment
Cotton balls in the sky
Little boy yell
Butterfly bustling by...or is it a moth? I can never quite tell....

1 comment:

Kelsie said...

Those strawberries are making me hungry! :o)