there is a summer

meadowed summered winter

we lay where winter meadow

leaves the sun the sky

it keeps us quiet

small and quiet tiny

people that we are maybe be

may be

perfectly intact in swirling in of particles

dust and peace around

we hear songs distant notes

through winds and vibrates softly

brushing softly softly brushing

ears and nose and cheeks

clasped hands fingers woven in

tapestries in senses in light

light warm slows and caresses

until stars stars dotting

dots upon black dark everything

to where up there our eyes be see

me along you among me

long soft needing this here

this here cherish you

earth the ground our dirt

grass ours beneath these

that are we, that are we