Rays to Land on My Face
Today we're featuring the poetry of Lizzie Parsons, an English Literature with Creative Writing graduate currently working for Wild Learning. She has also written for New Nature magazine (which you should definitely check out if you aren't already a reader - latest issue here), amongst other publications. Find her on twitter here.
Out here
with a smile it is like paradise – my
tomato hot house smells amazing, like
those silly sparkly gems I was writing
about inside. Out here
it is so green, and as you walk
up the outside steps the temperature
rises and the smell of warm summer floral
air hits your nose. The sun sends
down its rays to land on my face,
the air is warm,
imagine water and the woods, sweat
trickling down the inside of my
t-shirt.
As I walk
into this space I see damselflies
scattering in the sunlit air,
flies and butterflies.
I see
buttercups and clovers, purple vetch,
and my floating favourites, the
dandelion seeds.