dying out
leaves of grass
browning in the alternations
dry heat
cool humidity
occasional storm
wet windshield mornings
soon will have to scrape again

a ghost
lingers sleepily
near the woodpile
by the barely stream
whose rocky bed
is no place for love
right now
sometimes the scent of autumn

closing eyes
viewing once again her radiant
sunshine smile
enjoying her fantasy
with morning tea on the lanai
her breeze wrapped around me
shaved legs in silk

she still loves me
an ethereal demon
morning and evening anytime
leaves drift
snow piles deep
blossoms burst
thunder rolls
i am a believer
by summers end

this is great

I love to climb aboard your words and ride...This time the stallion had his way Thanks Slow, savored every second!

She sounds like an addiction.
Very good read.

Thank you

teasing,
Leigh,
tazz,
2K

If I was not a believer already.... I would be after reading

I'm a believer . . . this is as smooth as a lover's touch, as warm as a lover's love, and as radiant as a lover's smile. Damn this poen is nice!!!!

Very nice

Glad you all enjoyed! Thanks for the kind comments.

Lady, mig and penny

Very nice!

this is like dessert to the senses, loved it slow! :)