Whether it be for Dad, Uncle, Grampa, or Grandma... I hope you made it out today to experience the longest day of the year. Frolic in the openness of green trees and the golden light they perspire. Skip over a daisy to preserve a bit more dew from the falling mist of the teetering night. Let the human remain under stars for a canopy serenade: wind huddled in chattering leaves, million speckles of water dropping like sunset. A moistened pocket to tuck dandelions before decay, and pat stamen with golden powder; more life will unfold. Crawl out of caves to ascend earth for a climactic finish. Brilliant green; here is where it all begins; to feel the pull of each corner nest excrete conquest lust, until the hairs on our arms hypnotize the supple creases that tongues can seek, and poses dangle like clever berries to be had. - Jessica M. Wilson Sunday, 6. 21. 2015
Because it exists and so do I...