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