Summer winds blow gallantly as the clouds whisper in.
Cumulous clouts of might travel East and shade the flower beds.
Warm air inhaled as the sweat accumulates the leaves murmur and
the earnest sun looms
behind the curtains modestly.
The gusts suspend
An ant tickles my toe
And I disrupt its voyage with a violent, fatal blow
Gaze up at the plumes of haze that block my route to the streams
As the slow winds embolden the hem of my skirt,
I stretch my legs