Mist clings to the clover
And rolls as breath among the gardens.
On sultry summer mornings,
The air is perfumed with the essence of savory herbs and
Delights the senses of the trees.
Heavy air holds the flavor of flowers and
Slips in silence over webs woven between blades of grass in midnight’s darkness.
Hay fields stir, awakened by the morning’s sun warmed breezes and
Another summer day begins.