After rain
the scent of jasmine
hangs

so heavy
I can almost taste it.
There's a hazy stillness
as I lie

on the sun warmed floor
a pair of butterflies court,
the long summer grass
tickles.
Beneath

wooden windchimes
birds bathe
in the sound of water
and I have blonde hair.
There is a far

distant rumble
of future weather.
Uncertainty 

chills fanciful flights,
it's easier to turn away.
Although these minutes
are for you

they move too quickly

to grasp.