Prose from grassy fields (WIP)
The whisper of hummingbirds fills the drowsy air.
Their wings like blurry pollen catchers.
My body sits on the itchy grass this afternoon as my mind wanders along the warm air currents. As I am continually pestered by the jovial flies, my eye catches that of a young garden nymph. Her silky laugh penetrates even the haziest summer air. However, still oblivious to me, she continues to make joyous work.
I move nearer, following the hidden maze which her mother oaks have provided. Still out of sight, I am hit by her sauntering wisp of scent which dazes me to a nirvana state. Now an addict of my senses, I long for even more of her divine self.
