Motes of pollen
through songs of dust
summer's laughter
blown as musk

blanket with lovers
hopes arrayed
as sunlight reigns
plans are made

Food with bees
blankets near trees
careless laughter
trickling in streams.

The day is still
wide skies azure
they eat their fill
their love is pure

A dream unfolds
too soon broken
by wasps of truth.
Three words spoken.

It's been lovely..