Summer…

I smelled summer in the air
As I walked in the woods today
A new beginning
On a bright sunny day

Naturally my thoughts
Drifted to you like butterflies
Cause your presence stays with me
Like the air I breathe, everyday

In my heart you remain
I send my love to you silently
Over roads, highways and forests
Comforting thoughts in every way

A field awaits us
And I will feel your breath again
Against my neck in the dawning hours
like the warmth of sun’s light ray.

In summer…

Copyright 2020 by Sharon Burton, all rights reserved.

Orange Moon

"Chipmonk" cheeks
and a shy pretty smile
a bit chubby at 9
loving spirit
intellectually curious
asking oh so many questions
pondering as she sits and
watches the sunrise early
on the back steps
as the sun eases it's way
across the yard...
other times laughting
with those pretty dimples
light shining, not knowing
her brightness like that
orange moon Badu sung about
repelled and hardened
him against his own flesh and blood
prefering only slim earnest and
easy pickings that validate the ego
cause he feels oh so misunderstood
between intoxiction and sweet sobriety
seeking the one instead who absorbs
only his words and his alone
quickly like a sponge so grounded deeply
into subconsciousness
turning off that other's light
justifying motive, existence and self-absorption
singular, never plural
as the undisputed gospel
illusions that hold and eclipses her light
tragically and feverently to this day.

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