Meeting the summer with cream-flowered faces
upturned to mine, rose-fragrant and fair.
Waiting for thrush to burst into wonderful
haunting bird-song as I, quiet, stand there.
Sighting a fallow deer as sudden birthing
unties a new fawn as the first of a pair.
Lying, ear to dry ground catching grass grow
in summer heat, whispers of nature so rare.
Swimming with dolphins, discovering fish-life
below watery bay in dark seaweed lair.
Gasping at Goldcrest size, heard and then seen
as tiny crown of yellow flashes through air.
Watching pale moonbeams of silver-lace drift
around bedroom, mystically lighting my hair.
Voicing beautiful moments stored in my heart
to a faraway friend who knows I will share.
I enjoyed this, Fay. Good word-texture and fine rhymes.