midsummers dawn in celestial light
warms my lips as blossoms stretch
and time and tide forever run
over me as I behold pure blue
surrounded by radiant greens…so many blinding hues
my eyes, sliding over the surface of all
recieve that sensation and instantly yeild it up again
as memory immediately alters shape and color
forming those slight distinctions that cause dissimilar recollections
the sun’s fire dances over hills and begins defining clean horizons
as I sit and admire feeling calm and nourished
charming scenes of rushing people mark the launch of another small town day
