Summer Afternoon

By John I. Blair

The air’s like body heat.
All around, green leaves,
A tease of flowers.

Fat doves preen in trees
And sparrows dart to ground
From nesting spots.

Hose in hand I spray
The rows of pots
Along the path:

Rosemary, sweet basil,
Peppermint, parsley, thyme,
And scores more –

Each a covenant I keep,
Each a fragrant promise
To my heart

That life goes on,

That love goes on.

©2008 John I. Blair