I miss marigold mornings
with soft sunrises and perfumed wind
whispering through willow branches
and watercolour windows
to join the sultry scent of caramel coffee.
I long for languid afternoons
of superfluous sunshine and cumulus clouds
parading across periwinkle skies
where dragonflies drift and dive
through garnished gardens.
I pine for evenings passed on patios
with potted plants and glittering grass
and a glass of aged merlot.
I sigh for the simple comfort
and peaceful passion
of sunflower summers.