Summer love

Now is a time for apricot
             for cherry for peach and for plum
there’s not a cloud in the sky
             and fields are filled with buttercups
and daisies and dandelions
             by which we may tell the time

Now is the time for warm blood
             and for soft hearts
for days spent
             by the ancestral ocean
a refreshing breeze blowing in
             across the gentle billows
now is the time for you
             to lay your head down next to mine
to close your eyes
             and to dream of paradise

John Lyons