ODE TO A SUMMER AFTERNOON
I lay in comfort ‘neath ancient apple tree, watching my belovëd toil happ’ly in yonder acre of cucumber plants and tomatoes aplenty. O, how the years have past since first we met, a willing soul who took this wayward heart and honed it to submission with patient love and tenderness. Never once refraining from nourishing my restless attention with selflessness beyond comprehension. A sigh of thankfulness to gods that be, for watching us these many years with hope of peacefulness now encompassing. My belovëd approacheth with dirty hands, sweat-stainëd clothes, and beguiling smile; and lay quietly beside me where smell of body and soul now hovers so close my heart doth leap with joy and thankfulness. Together in perfect silent harm’ny ‘neath ancient apple tree, gazing upon yonder acre filled with cucumber plants and tomatoes aplenty. Resting happ’ly in the nourishing w...