Sweetness

Life in its delicate self

sweet yet so very tender

easily bruised by the things

not quite careful of the flesh

of being.

We gather the colors of thoughts

reds and blues of natural hues

to taste the essence of sun

captured in the seed

joy released drop by drop.

In seasons of cold winds

the basket of goodness overflows

when embraced in remembrance

of days gone by

when summer found toes in sand

and hearts hanging by the clouds above,

the setting of a gorgeous fireball relaxing into sea

and as the balmy air blows through,

the skin felt the humid peace of gentleness

the night falls on a quiet spirit,

I bite into the small moments to taste

the spirit of life.

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