The fading smell of December rains
Accompanied the clear and lazy sky
Birds singing and chirping in the trees
Grasses uttering secretly underfoot
The sight was so beautiful that it hurt
She felt a snakelike delight that moment
This feeling was embedded in her skin
It crept through her the way a spirit would
For far, far too long she had been careless
Running away from the sharp vicious memory
That clutched her in a severe hurtful death grip
Leaving her with a helpless tired appearance
She was unable to fight back her teary eye blinks
All hurtful feelings cascaded through her like flood
Turning any and all husbanded anger watery
Mingled with a startling and lovely liberation
Aston kamunde 