your thick dark hair
to your forehead with the heat,
muscles sore with work but hands labouring ever so gently
the hairs on my arms
in the sunlight,
and I am warm.
warm from my fingers to my toes
through to each stand of curly blonde hair on my head
so everything is blooming;
The smells of the flowers and herbs all blending into one.
alike, in our craving for cold sweet fruit,
and anything else fresh we can get a hold of.
Comforting is the thought that this moment,
will surely return as the season does.
And, we will find ourselves
in the vegetable garden