Summer Meadows

Winter is cold and harsh and some days warm. But warm days don't last long. On those days I think of green meadows filled with flowers, and the air filled with their fragrance. I think of us there in a meadow lying in love. Surrounded by the fragrance of crushed flowers. The taste of wine on your lips. The smell of crushed petals on your skin, one or two petals in your hair. I see your face above me surrounded by a blue summer sky with a puff of white floating past your head. I see the love in your eyes that outshine the sun. In the darkness of your eyes I see me mirrored there with flowers all around me. The touch of your fingers on my face, gentle as the kiss of a butterfly. The softness of your lips as they touch me. The way we tremble when we touch. The way you feel held tight against me. The softness of your hair blowing gently in the breeze. I see you with me always.

love,
neon_sapphire