On the Porch
“He who kisses the joy as it flies”—William Blake
August.
At the behest
At the behest
of nature, life feels epiphanous.
In the simultaneous
lazy, longevity grows slender.
Thick with humid blooms, summer’s
lazy, longevity grows slender.
Thick with humid blooms, summer’s
bound to shift. It’s the swoon over
this butterfly—suddenly your
worst fear lacks a reason to exist––
as it lights upon these sighing lips.
this butterfly—suddenly your
worst fear lacks a reason to exist––
as it lights upon these sighing lips.
~ LCMH