I walk
under the endless light of July
Peach and white roses
Waft under my nose
Their scent awakens sun lulled senses, like warming lotion
nimbly brushing my golden skin
White daisies dance under entertained eyelids
Their centres, amusing little suns, tickle my nose
Opulent gerbera
wave on lengths of spindly leaf
And graze my palms when I join them
Animate things that they are...
