When I was a hypnotherapist, I realized that some of my earlier poetry was very much like casting a spell over the reader. Words can paint pictures in the mind, and words about warm summer days are the most effective for creating a trance-like state. The following poems are examples of that:

A Brush with Summer

The air, like a broom of soft warm hair,

Moves very slowly over the grassy hills,

Sweeping away all ambitious wills,

Leaving minds there, free from care.

My Summer Daze

The Sun,

Sprinkling about me in little drops of light,

Sifts through the boughs of the tree

Above me.

The Wind,

Runs its fingers through my hair

And softly touches the side of my face

With lace.

The Grass,

Showered by the dew-rain of the morn,

Cools and refreshes me, as I lay in so deep

A sleep.