Arrias and His Muse: Summertime
Thick and hot, it clings to me, I am wrapped up in her arms, Not a single creature stirs, I am smothered in her charms. Lilies, daffodils, azaleas, Already bloomed, petals disappear, Fertile land, green, lush, Saucy, sultry Summer is here. Just the faintest insect buzz, Else the silence is most complete, Not the merest […]