Let’s treat ourselves to sunshine, let us splurge
On childhood memories of sandaled feet
And poplar snow. Let’s satisfy this urge
For carefree innocence, the bittersweet
Taste of the topped with clover flowers noon,
Let’s savor summer, for the Harvest Moon
Is on its way. For now let’s wear short sleeves
And pin our hearts onto them, let us stay
Here, on this grass, beneath the whispering leaves,
And sip this honeyed, hot brew of a day.
We are invited, since you have inquired,
Youth’s optional, but happy smiles required.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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