 Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson Everyday Poems October 2011 A cluster of dark trees blurring into a green knoll, emerald sheen on velveteen moss, sprays of daisies across the grass bees greedily drinking from succulent centers, quick-stepping deer flitting by, fallen feathers of magpies. Naked feet dangle in a silvery brook that licks our soles with its babbling tongue, and we children lapse into repose. Spider-leafed shadows of late afternoon as light drains from the sky inhabit me. Lush blueberries brim over the rims of my basket. Our laughter leaves me breathless, I close my eyes. My life is strongly scented with the happiness of childhood.
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