lauren serge
- Feb 23, 2020
- 1 min read

summer reflection

i could fall asleep peacefully out here the sweet wind gently turning pages of my writing the words grazing my warm skin blanketed in bright sunlight the shadows of the petals fill the background of my poems enveloping their beauty yet disappearing in the presence of clouds this is the first of many days where i will lay my chin against the wired table where the dog will scratch indecisively at the door where the calm, consistent songs of birds will coax my eyes shut where the gorgeous earth will invite my creativity and my comfort

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