Do you remember the soft spring breeze?
And how we sprawled on the grass and drank frosty lemonade out of chipped mugs,
and how we swept the fallen petals from the flowering trees off the path
and pollen swirled around us like fine gold dust.
Do you remember the clear lake water?
And how we snuck out to go swimming in the crisp green lake,
and how we tangled our feet in the dancing wet tentacles of the plants at the bottom
and cupped our hands around black tadpoles.
Do you remember the birds and the fawns?
And how they stayed just out of reach,
but close enough so we could see sunlight on dappled fur,
and how we walked under the peach-kissed sunset
and felt the sheer aliveness teeming all around.
Do you remember the marshes and the mud?
And how we came home caked in the stuff and breathless,
and how we dug rocks and ridged shells out of the still marsh water
and watched the silver shadows of minnows dart by,
When bright sunlight in the eyes and faint breezes on skin were all we needed.