The lawns at this time of year
are like skies filled with clusters
of white stars, and beige palms.
Above them, the night seems far away,
With cloud drifts, like tempests
in the hot, languid darkness.
And the dawn that comes afterwards,
it is weightless.
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You Know The Bees, And The Birds, And The Trees...
PoetryBiophilia (noun) 'A love of life and the living world; the affinity of human beings for other life forms.' A collection of poems about our wonderful world 🌍
