I spied her sitting in the summer grass
Legs outstretched in her pretty blue gown
Her face cupped in summer’s gentle caress
She’d fashioned a daisy chain worn as a crown.
Looking up, the sun made her squint
I could make out her lips blushed red
Dappled tree shadows of hair did tint
Sun bleached locks curled from her head.
She stayed where she was of me unaware
Basking in the warmth of summer bloom
Resting back on her arms without a care
Me unable to invade - nature was her room.
On a river of air her perfume flowed to me
It made me dizzy knowing she was there
Standing, watching, knowing where I should beSitting next to the woman with summer hair.