She laughed a laugh
somnolent like honey
sweet like a robin
waiting for spring,
and it resounded
all through the valley
where the clouds
came to rest.

Wind whipped through
the long grass,
roaring like a lion,
rain following
in it's wake.

She reposed there,
under a blanket
of grey skies:
the curves of her
tanned body
ever strong and beautiful
against the windswept green.

I watched her there,
softly sleeping sweetly,
and I breathed her in
slowly savoring the ether.