Dark leaves shiver
In the cooling wind,
Trembling as it caresses
Their fragile membranes.
Leaving a soft teasing of warmth.
Sleeping flowers stir,
Curled up in their protective shell
As they grow. Regenerate.
Too early to play, they let the breeze pass
And slumber on.
On the damp, rain-fresh grass,
Wet loam perfumes the air.
Sparrows dart across the green blades,
Snatching their morning feed,
Shooting past us as we lie on the lawn,
Letting the morning shower soak into our backs.
Like a fairy, the wind kissed your face,
And you giggled
As invisible wings tickled your skin.
Sounds dancing on air,
Like your soft, child-like laughter.
It makes me forget everything
As we watch the sunrise,
Tearing the sky open with its light.
The glow catches
In the dark pools of your eyes,
Shimmering gently.
No more sound - we just watch
As the dawn clears the sky.
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