Three quarters full.

Sky deepening blue.

The breeze ruffles leaves,
light bright green.

Early summer lush, soft sweet hush.

I feel the rise, the fall, the tide.

It’s your call.

Jasmine starts in.

You win.

So fair, soft and sandy your hair.

You pick the time.

I wait.

You reveal my love.

Who knows?

The breeze still blows.

The moon, she still shines.

Three quarters full.

 

Note: Artistic license with the moon. Tonight she is full, possibly a good omen!