Wild-berry safer by itself.
Poison Ivy always meant to tease.
Misconstrued dam…wanton on the knee.
The natural order of things…easier to believe.
My overdone education has not hurt me none…
I can read the writing on the wall.
Walls move…and, minds do to.
Mother Nature, for certain, cannot be sued.
Sumac tree with tainted leaf.
Please heed the call…
I am lonesome for you after all.
Now that she has gone…
How was I to know…our affair
was to be so inviting of mirth and muck.
For the most part…
We all become down on our luck.
Seasoned by other droughts.
Encouraged to over eat…
on the sun’s guiding heat.
Green and over ripe.
Blessed are the ones who dance for the rain.
Those who imbibe in the slippery terrain.
It isn’t always in vain…
When I loiter over the powder puffs of fine sand.
Nor, is it inclement of me…
to dangle out on the edges of the frothy banks.
Pulling summertime pranks from lily pad water tanks.
So, I have been caught…
Wishing the water away.
Longing for the drops to just scatter at my roots.
Dizzily looking at nature’s bathing suit.