Earth’s Bounty

It doesn’t always live up to expectations –
frequently too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry

Wearing pretty cotton dresses and silly strappy sandals
does something magic for a girl’s morale and looks

Young beauty is enhanced by a light, natural tan –
with not too much sun, to avoid later wrinkles.

Warm summer nights are made for flirting –
under the stars romance starts to grow.

Longer days and shimmering nights make growing time
Fruits and grains swell rapidly towards maturity.

 A quasi-ghazal for Miz Quickly about something or someone we love, without naming it.
I struggled with this, as is probably evident!

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4 Responses to Earth’s Bounty

  1. julespaige says:

    All things in moderation – even that beloved summer sun 🙂

    I had tried to post a few hours ago but the place I’m staying at had a connection-fart.
    But at least my computer saved where I was.

    I addressed your comment at my site 🙂
    I’m still not sure if I got the prompt right, but I like the piece.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. You can assume that I love summer!

    Like

  3. Misky says:

    Very nice. I enjoyed reading this, Viv.

    Liked by 1 person

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