These daisies,
Ox eyed,
Damask and canary,
Brushing my legs,
They dance in soft air in their thousands, with devout faces that watch the sun wherever it hangs.
Ecstatic worshipers, giving more attention than my small students.
I dawdle through humming heat, searching for brave orchids among the tender vetch and yolk-ish buttercups.
Butterflies: small, blue, copper, brimstone-yellow,
Dive across my path like dancing petals.
Beside me, the dog’s breath chuffs like a desperate steam engine.
Exhausted, leaking sweat from his tongue and yet,
Determined to chase the ball.
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I love this, Sue ! I was really there with you. Lovely images – devout faces is wonderful and the dog’s chuffing breath. The dog description absolutely spoke to me.
Lovely imagery, Sue. I can relate to the sights and sounds of a dog walk through chalk-loving flowers and their attendant butterflies.
Thank you dear friends. Your comments are appreciated. I don’t often get moved to write like this but occasionally life can be so perfect…