Summer wind

the summer wind

carries the smell of nectar

and sweet expectation

the smell of mown grass

the smell of mown grass

a cup of tea cools in silence –

cautious lips

clouds wrinkle
around hollow round mouths
looking for a bite

the string of black beads

in her hands is shining

like never before

swimming in the dark –

the world ends

at our fingertips

thick, green foliage

one bright pink blossom blooms late

the loveliest one

he handles the oars

she the dimples in her cheeks

the moon oversees them