Summer Thorns Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The green sepal that warps and holds the vermilion petal,
A pair of love birds on a bough sweetens with caresses and chirps its longing prattle
And those thorns that scratches and pricks my limbs
Upon a common summer's morn - yet their yellow flowers nectar full to the brims
My hands and leg bleeding as I walked to school up the neighborhood hill
The world is pert, nimble and wild with motion colors and thrill


And a cluster of dew and early morning buzz of a bee or two
A dry cool desert breeze caresses the face; as the sun rises to pay its daily due
A caper of birds in a morning pause bathing on the white sand
Old Biblical palm trees starching into the air trunk and open hand
A rich proud foliage over the patina of sturdy old tree
All these scenes haunt and play witchcrafts on me!

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