When I walked this morning,

you slept.

I brushed wild flower skirts

played with their hair-

greeting the morning sky,


You pulled the covers closer.


I watched the busy bees

sweep the golden tops

looking for treasure,


Cheering them onward

snapping photos,


You rolled over again.


I felt the soft earth,

buzz of the mosquitos

looking for a quick drink


Walking slowly.

When I returned

smiling,  relaxed,

You didn’t know I was gone.


27 June 09