You stand in the garden, I see you each day,
I get tingles, arousal, my head turns away.
Blossom scented perfume so heady fills the air,
Thoughts of summer, warm raindrops, ancient festivals of yesteryear.
You’re the coming of summer, Queen of the May,
I hear sweet scented music, if alone I could stay.
If granted that wish, boundaries if I could move,
Alone in your presence, a beautiful Muse.
Spellbinding, -- --- a, refraction of light
Washing away the dregs of winter, and grey clouded skies.
Creative flame, element of fire,
A burning in my heart, of a summer’s desire.
In the city ‘Hawthorn Tree’ you can be seen ,
EN-TICE-ING – The Druid in ME.
By Kevin Richardson ©