Apple Wine
Another day spent wretched and febrile,
Day dreaming about a garden.
I would speak sunflower words,
Bursting yellows into the air,
Like a language for bees.
The gentle snake soaks in the sun,
Apple wine and honey for another thorny harvest.
Until I sublimate.
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“sunflower words/bursting yellows”
Absolutely gorgeous!
Exquisite! Like a sunbeam
shining through a mason jar
full of honey.
Yes gorgeous images!