Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress

Ode To My Summer Dress

white dress
flowing gently 
around my calves
lacey love hem &
pretty eyelet cleavage cover

you make me feel like
I’m a Whitman poem
drifting in & out of 
grass & self
earthing my naked toes
in the lumpy lush land
oh, white dress
offering my shoulders
to the sun’s tender kisses
you call shivers of delight
to scurry up my spine

this day is dreary
much too cold
for your thin cotton
so in your honour
I defy winter’s
last greedy grasp

I pull tights over my thighs
slide a sweater over my arms
but you cover my hopeful
heart in the knowing that
spring is a song on the
blue jay’s sassy beaks
you & I hear & hold

soon, dear dress
I will bask in the 
wet heat of dewy
dawns – frolic in 
circle dances like 
a princess 

a princess in a 
perfect summer dress

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