Love In the Sunshine

Shimmering light The lily pond The music of your eye The touch of your arm Your always honey smell. I love. Rustling trees in a row, A wide green lawn; People stoop to see small flowers. A snail on the path. The perfecton of the shell. I believe Unusually tall dandelions at the edge of this wood Wave in the warm west wind. We smile. Sitting pen in hand I wonder what I would have written In all the letters I've not sent you. Far away on the Ridgeway, Cars,seem small as ants, Rush towards the motorway. They make us laugh. How green the meadows are How fresh the old trees. I gaze at you. I find I am. It's mutual. I thank you.