Shadows dance under thinly leaved branchesMaking patterns on her smooth fawn furRipples of light on the fingers of the breezeA caress of warmth and a flush of cool air wafts acrossHer fine bodyTickling With the lightest of touchBaby- soft skinThe whir of the grass cutting machines In the fieldsCause her ears to flexAnd sweet smellContinue reading “In dappled Sunlight”
