Hearing the heat
The tadpoles nibble my skin
And clouds drift from my ears…
Whisperings from the cattails call
While dragonflies parade their colors.
Summer dreams fill my head…
The mud tickles my toes
And trees reach high into the blue.
Colors from my youth rest on my palette
And sturdy brushes wait for their call
Cradled in hand they open a dream
I return to the streams of my youth.
