Indolent season of tremulous haze
Redolent with the syrup of lazy breeze
Rich with the charm of industrious bees
You hearken to the weary call
To rest in the reaches
Of your most generous spirit.
Under the green drape of walnut and plum
Cotton meets the dampness of neck and hair
As eyes heavy with the potential for dreams
Snake over words unspent.
Eyes flutter.
Book tilts.
Leaves dance.
A sigh escapes.
As time
Stills itself.