Summer on the plains
with only the monotonous sunlight.
Thick heat seeped into our pores,
relieved by wind
and the occasional skinny dip
in the shaded river.
The only things to see our twinkling skin
were the turtles,
but they never said a word.
We laughed and played
as the mud-red
water washed away the
heat between us.
Kristi Brooks
Writer, Blogger, Mother
Love the poem. Wish i’d seen you sooner! Fellow poet ~Liz http://www.lizbrownleepoet.com (don’t use Twitter of Blogger links, they don’t work!)
Hello there.
Congratulations on surviving the A-Z Challenge! I didn’t get to visit your blog during the crazy month of April so I’m popping over today from the Road Trip.
Entrepreneurial Goddess