willow moon pierce
My Summer Island
A happy day
Light at 6 am
Already the warmth creeps in
Enriching my cup of coffee.
Bees buzz at eye height
Busy and not caring for your presence.
Pollen and home again
A peaceful life.
Down to the shoreline
Where the wash of waves
Will put you in a doze
Propped againt a rock
Or laid out on the beach.
Bright blue sky,
Not a cloud in sight
Make me reach for sunglasses
And strip off my top.
The sand, bright pink
Adds a beauty,
That visitors will remember
And come back as always.
– Willow Moon Pierce
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