I drifted into a summer-nap
under the hot shade of July,
serenaded by a cicadae lullaby,
to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
—Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap
under the hot shade of July,
serenaded by a cicadae lullaby,
to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
—Terri Guillemets