One from the Archives...circa 1995

The sweet alfalfa breeze blows
In early summer
For just a brief season,
A night or two at best
When the fields perfume
The stars, and the frogs
Sing their lonely, longing song

It is then that I remember
The darkness of your farm-black soil,
Fireflies dancing, and cricket song
The way you captivated me
The way I wanted to crawl through you
And come out the other side
Transformed

When we loved
When summer was young
And we were too
Before life called
And we each had an answer
Your path taking you away,
Long gone, only to
Discover mine
Leading me back home to our
Sweet summer winds heady with the
Twilight aroma of the freshly cut fields

I breathe in.
Inhaling you
Time and
Time again.

1995