The glow of stranger's smiles in autumn sunset
Flowers imbued with the richness of sweet summer breezes
Honey flowing down a birchwood tree, striped bees buzzing
Daffodils dancing in abandoned hills
Fae celebrate in sashaying wheat, harvest is here
Sandalwood rasps out a spark between chicken feathers
Reflected in the hidden boy's eye
Frogs croak out a softbelly tune, low in the curves of willow trees
The babe laughs at doves resting in the rafters, breasts caught in silverdew light
An old woman smiles as one last time
She shuffles down the butter churned road