You\'re dancing barefoot in the morning dew
to lose yourself in nature\'s waking call.
The gardens freshness seems to breathe through you
and spiders spin their webs lest you should fall.
Your open lips sip moisture from the flowers
that bow their heads before they take your hand.
Soft pastels brought to life by summer showers
set free the captured eyes that watch you stand.
This moment breaks on noises in the street
you turn your smile and see me move away.
The paving stones are patterned by damp feet
that follow me to arms that hold your sway.
Again the window tastes the tap of rain;
our first embrace adds colour to the frame.