Under the Mimosa Tree

She swept into summer

with her youth 

and her freckled sunlit arms

and she smiled

oh how she smiled

sliding was how it seemed

with long legs

and her slender dear waist

unaware of the shine

so displayed in her laugh

She didn’t care 

that the grass was damp

and the air sizzled heat

her shoes lay limp

and her toes wiggled in the air

To look up as she lay

was her delight

her elbows projected from her head

like pointed wings

as she saw her dreams dare

Love was an ever thing then

in the days of frills and sequins

she saw white lace and a plump baby

and was so tickled just to be

bare legged on the grass waiting

This tree is so soft she thought

her lashes feathering her view

‘til melding flowed the sky to peach

and her heart mellowed

and then fell like soft feathers

around her head 

She thought there would never be

another magic so fragrant

and she tried to capture its blooming

to press it for time

but the air grew chill

and the sky darkened

and her damp skirt clung to her 

and her flowing was diminished

for lasting she learned 

is only a minute

under the mimosa tree