The air burns my throat,
Creeps in beneath eye lashes,
And glasses alike.
Blood red sunrises greet us,
Bathing the day sepia.
Tag: california
How about poppies
pleasing yellow-orange Flowers
rare in downtown, aye
yet moving your feelings right
i envy no daisy sway.
Can you imagine?
Longer days in the sunlight
Tall golden grasses
Humbled by a cloudless sky
A paradise lost to drought
Golden State of mind
Through fields of grass I followed
Knee deep in unknown
And without Rosetta’s Gift
My heart’s translation unheard.