29 May 2012
Bright summer mornings,
I wake up stretching and yawning.
The warm air is still fresh
The grass is still damp.
The heat of the day is yet to build
And storms brew nearby.
A rumble of thunder, a splash of rain,
A purple sky threatens more.
The barley fields sway
As the wind whips away
And the air starts to clear.
The smell of the earth
After fresh summer rain.
The cool of the air,
At the start of the day.
Summer Mornings • Opuss № I