May Morning

Golden sun
on a hazy May morning
hanging like a naked cantaloupe
over the distant rim of the Cascades
Your glow envelopes my world
in a soft seductive vine`
ripened light

My bright face
glows with your touch
not with heat as of some fire
but with the strangely cool passion
which once singed my cheek
thru an open window
in another spring

Some scars never heal
they only glow with circumstance


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to May Morning

  1. belongs in an anthology of “Best American Poetry”

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  2. kiwiskan says:

    beautiful description..

    Liked by 1 person

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