Summer Grace
visits every garden
that grows basil and tomatoes
and licks her fingers
after dipping into hives
of wildflower honey
rose petals cling to her hips
and fireflies hitch onto her eyelashes
summer grace perspires freely
her lips are stained
with blackberry wine
and her cheeks flush cherry and peach
she grazes on cobs of sun buttered corn
while sprigs of fresh mint grow
around her ankles and toes
squalls and thundershowers
come and go
around her outstretched arms
as grassy meadows reach for the sky
all sunflowers turn their heads
in the presence
of summer grace