If you had caught the way I did, Tree-dappled sun break across her face to fleck pied eyes with gold light, till the stillness was stolen by playful grin;

Had you beheld the heads of foxglove bow and bate the breath of summer breeze to confront her knuckles with a kiss;

Or bore ears to hear the beauty of branches and the brook and bullfinches sing to match her giggling;

You may have gave your lungs over to the verdure and noted that each stolen breath be not one that you miss.


© Nathan Marc Adams

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