An Ominous Sense of the Numinous

Mosquitoes startle from unseen places at the edge of the pier
They are gatekeepers; walk through them without fear
A forest gave its bones for your feet, it warms your toes
Wavelets hone the star that shifts your skin to deeper tone
Ringing flesh to play the dreams lapping at your craft
Tied secure on this shallow, green, and golden draft
Upon Fairyland's backyard, upside down and blinding.

Something simple for this morning...something about getting lost in surfaces, perhaps. Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse #19 and with Poets United for Poetry Pantry #418. Having a second glass of coffee (iced...it's still warm here, although with any luck, it'll rain a bit today) and plotting to sprinkle the beds that have just been cleared with pumpkin seeds. One season, I will grow actual pumpkins!! How else will I ever get to write about a ball?

Well, as it turns out, the rain decided to start early. This is a tiny patch of green in the midst of yellow (it's the side of the yard where puddles form) and I thought the tiny flowers were lovely. I'm not going to object to volunteer blooms in the middle of a hot and hotter summer. :)

Hoping everyone has a wonderful week and a productive & peaceful one. :) 

-- Chrissa