The Summer Garden

Brown eyes to watch me as I dare to tread,

Crowned by a wavy mess I long to touch,

I gaze upon your slender limbs instead,

The heat of your embrace is near too much.

I walk and bring sweet water just for you,

At times I leave light stepping, full of joy,

The sun, the heat won't kill my love so true,

My greatest fear: too much heat doth destroy.

And then the berry red doth grab my eye,

My thoughts turn to harvest and desire,

I lift my eyes to gaze at the blue sky,

I feel at last the promise in that fire.

Oh I love that tended garden of mine,

Birds, trees, Mother Nature truly divine.

By Jane Frost