Your colours
Against fall colours;
Your summer
Against July dreams.
Need I tell you?
You please me more
Than an afternoon
Of sun-warm kisses.
I come in from the garden
See you and melt…
You soften everything
Make me careful
What I touch…
My rough hands
Respond to love;
Make me soft
As summer clouds above,
Gentle with flowers
And delicate things
And you…
Tender with your love.
