the scent of jasmine
in her hair,
silken threads of music
caress the ear,
birdsong seeking shelter for the night,
as earth breaths,
giving up her heat.
The breeze of tired children
sighing in complaint
ends a barefoot day
in soft, damp grass,
distant thunder rumbles in thick air
to revive lethargic leaves.
We lie coolly in the shade
of waning light,
tart sugar, wild berries on the lips,
kiss of sun still warm upon the tongue,
ignite the freedom of June’s happy thirst,
white petals swirl in setting sun,
chill goose bumps on the naked skin.