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Through lazy afternoons the summers pass
I walk barefooted through the new mowed grass
Grasshoppers gambol underneath my feet
As August moves to its unhurried beat
A hummingbird sips nectar from a flower
Hypnotized, I lose track of the hour
The scent of honeysuckle fills the air
Its sweetness nips my tongue and lingers there
The silken wings of butterflies alight
On fragrant flowers colorful and bright
Once the pace slows down I hear the hush
The summer's torpid tempo can't be rushed
Again I learn that here is the sublime
In this moment, living all the time.
submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Form For All, Clarian Sonnets
