A warm summer day and I am sticky and drowsy with sun and play.
Cooled by creek water over hot toes,
Spicy smell of pine in the air reviving me,
Like that first sip of hot coffee in the early morning.
My soul is soothed like the sun dipping down into the ocean at sunset.
Above me, a flock of geese flap by, their wings fanning my senses.
I am reminded it is time to turn homeward.
Dinner needs to be cooked, creating new smells
Signaling nourishment and pleasure and satisfaction.
The evening’s close will find my head upon the pillow,
Scents of perfume from previous nights lingering
Calling me into a dream world of jasmine, rose, and spice.
I pause on my way up, peeking in to see
My wild child, still at last upon her bed,
Arms flung out, as if finally releasing her day to the world.